The Days Grown Old
And so you waited, never taking your eyes off the cave entrance. After a while, however, you felt exhausted. With a grunt, you laid down next to the rest. Time ticked by and so did your doubts. Would she ever come back? Should you finally look for her?
Then, you seen it. Mother was dragging an awfully large carcass towards the den, her ears flattened upon her head. It was nothing you were familiar of, but you could make out its glossy fur. Its maw hanging open. You could clearly tell it had sharper teeth than mom's. She dragged it and herself into the den before dropping it and collapsing next to you and the others.
Then, you seen it. Mother was dragging an awfully large carcass towards the den, her ears flattened upon her head. It was nothing you were familiar of, but you could make out its glossy fur. Its maw hanging open. You could clearly tell it had sharper teeth than mom's. She dragged it and herself into the den before dropping it and collapsing next to you and the others.