Chapter 45
Chapter 45 – Creatures outside the cave
Translated by Sunyancai
Mai had also noticed that, and he was wondering about it as well.
He was certain that neither of the two Thorn Black Winds were the one whose tail he slashed last time. No totemic warrior would mess with a Thorn Black Wind on purpose, but for all those years in his hunting career, he had fought with Thorn Black Winds before, and he had an understanding of its recovering abilities. Having made that wound himself, he knew it would take more than fifty or sixty days for a Thorn Black Wind to completely recover.
Also, after such a long confrontation, Mai felt increasingly doubtful about these two Thorn Black Winds’ motivation. It felt like they were not prepared to battle against the warriors to the death. Some people were hurt, while there were many new wounds on those animals’ bodies. Luckily, these two were not as crazy as the last one they encountered. However, where was the last Thorn Black Wind, the one that got lacerated on the tail? Did it get driven away by these two beasts now?
“It seems like they only want to stop us from going up.” Said Qiao.
“They can actually howl…” Another mid-level totemic warrior said curiously. He was the same age as Mai, and quite as experienced as Mai. In the past, he had encountered Thorn Black Winds a few times, and heard stories about Thorn Black Winds from the elders, so as for the habits of this ferocious beast, he knew better than Mai and the others.
“The Thorn Black Wind not only very territorial, being the killer lurking in the dark, it rarely howled. The typical sound it makes is the sound of shaking its thorns, instead of howling.” The warrior added in a hurry.
Mao’s face froze. That scratching was clearly not made by a human…
The giant stone was moving.
Night wind blew in from that newly-made gap.
The flames of the bonfire danced bolder, and Mao saw his own long shadow dancing distortedly on the wall.
For all his life, Mao had never encountered such circumstances. No matter how many hunting stories he had heard before, or how many hunting stories he had told the others, he only knew what danger tasted like when he truly faced with one.
Aside from these two newly-awakened kids, there was nobody else around. No one could help them, while the approaching beast could probably easily tear them apart.
When his grandfather, the Chief, told him hunting stories, he asked Mao once, “Mao, have you ever tasted the feeling of despair?”
Mao had no memories of what he answered back then. All he remembered was that he did not take it seriously, for he did not quite understand it.
But now, he had a taste of that feeling already.