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_____After seeing Ayegali again, Tawodi was renewed with a sense of hope that maybe they'd be finding a permanent home there, somewhere in the rolling hills, valleys, and forests. Maybe even away from the strange concrete citadel he had seen glinting in the moonlight as he had trekked across the countryside without rest. It was barely coming up on dawn when he had found himself along another path—one that it was broad and wide like he had never seen—that he spotted something of great interest.
_____Fences didn't mean much to him at all and he slipped underneath the worn boards with a mischievous grin, knowing their added advantage for the particular creature inside. It was funny looking, but nothing he had seen before. Dusty, smelly, cud-chewing cows were just another idea of food in his head, so in the low light he was carefully working his way around them to observe them. He didn't realise just how foolish his attempt was in reality, disregarding the fact that despite he was nearly half-grown, he was still a child. One that didn't put entirely too much stock into the full entirety of what hunting an animal several times the size and weight of him meant.
_____He didn't know that they belonged to anyone, either.
_____After seeing Ayegali again, Tawodi was renewed with a sense of hope that maybe they'd be finding a permanent home there, somewhere in the rolling hills, valleys, and forests. Maybe even away from the strange concrete citadel he had seen glinting in the moonlight as he had trekked across the countryside without rest. It was barely coming up on dawn when he had found himself along another path—one that it was broad and wide like he had never seen—that he spotted something of great interest.
_____Fences didn't mean much to him at all and he slipped underneath the worn boards with a mischievous grin, knowing their added advantage for the particular creature inside. It was funny looking, but nothing he had seen before. Dusty, smelly, cud-chewing cows were just another idea of food in his head, so in the low light he was carefully working his way around them to observe them. He didn't realise just how foolish his attempt was in reality, disregarding the fact that despite he was nearly half-grown, he was still a child. One that didn't put entirely too much stock into the full entirety of what hunting an animal several times the size and weight of him meant.
_____He didn't know that they belonged to anyone, either.