Ferocious beings

Day 4,241, 11:08 • Published in India Croatia • by Vijayakrishna

Wild animals are the most ferocious, are they?


His hair, unkempt and wavy swayed across his face as he sat on the branch hanging over the pond, radiating the reflection of the night sky.

The particularly big moon and it's light shining through the trees had him captivated for quite some time.

A broken twig deservingly got his attention over the ripples in the calm water, as he looked in the direction of the sound, something whizzed past his right ear.

Stunned, he instinctively grabbed the branch above and moved up the tree into the cover of the thick leaves.

As he settled on a particularly well-covered branch, still unable to process what just happened, he noticed a cheetah making a run for it.

At that precise moment, it struck him, he started losing grip on the branch as his wet palms started sending shivers up his spine.

He knew that peculiar whistle, he heard it many times, he knew what made it, an arrow and who is the source of the arrow

"It was her"

Down, along the pond, his mother slowly traced her way to the tree, her bow still in attacking posture.