Predator Eyes Of The Demon 9

Yuahro finished the last of the fresh deer meat he'd saved from his catch the night before and chittered happily as he glanced again at the trophies adorning his chest and waist. He'd captured three smaller animals and two medium-sized ones overnight, including a very vicious wild dog that fought hard, and a hairy animal with sharp tusks that had managed to gore him once in the thigh.

Just remembering, he rubbed at the pain. He'd been able to seal the wound and treat it and it was already healing. He had a scar now, an additional trophy of his first hunt, and one he'd with carry him for life as a constant reminder. He laughed. The first of many trophies made him feel like a real warrior at last.-pg.65 chpt.3