I had finally found one of my two remaining brothers. Not the one I would have wanted to kill first, but I must take what I can get. It has been almost two moons since we left the nest, as per our mother's instructions. Two months of nothing but rodents and scavenged carrion. I must remember to savor the taste of him, for it may be some time till I will eat anything else different. He seems to have fashioned a shield out of some debris and a spiked club from the claws of some other creature. I think he knows I am close as he has become extra wary, constantly checking all around him.
He didn't check the trees above him though.
He didn't check the trees above him though.