The hunt leader ordered the release of the dogs at the edge of the property. The predator’s anticipation began to grow as they spread out in the direction of their prey. An occasional shot to flying creatures would occur, too, as evidenced by a stray feather on the ground here and there. Each shot would send the animals further out as they realized demands for their untimely death were required on these days. Hunters would force them to flee; the plan was working.
A fox hiding read on the faces of the hunters that their goal was four kills each.
A cruel practice to my mind. Seamlessly written Susi.
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I agree. I’m not a fan of hunting at all. Thanks for your praise, Sadje!
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You’re welcome 😊
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