Reincarnated Into A Hell Hound - BL/Yaoi 3 Chapter Three

The sun was going down as me and my brother stayed hours without moving under the tree shadows. Below us on the meadow where some of the three horned cows that mother used to hunt, however if we had the size of a horse they had double that.

Even more, they had numbers.

I was cracking my head with plans to kill one of them, the hunger clouding my thoughs and weakling my limbs.

One chance.

I licked my upper lip, antic.i.p.ating the taste of warm flesh blood, the sweet fat red meat.

~Growls

My brother looks my way, a knowing smirk on his lips.

Shut up.

When some of them stopped eating and dozed off to sleep, I knew my chance arrived. As I saw once on TV, we should hunt the weaker one, the one wounded or the child.

Wait, saw where? The though escaped me as I find a calf beside its mother, sleeping holding his limbs. How cute. ~Growls.

Now that it was dark me and my brother became one with the foliage, our dark fur covering our muscled body as we went downhill, slowly approaching.

They were in a clearing surrounded by trees, but at least the gra.s.s was high enough for us to crouch down. The problem was… afterwards. How could we outrun then with a body?

I decided middle way through, looking at my brother and whispering: "You go for the throat, quietly."

He nods. Good boy. We approach the herd, circling the other sleeping bulls, our belly touching the ground slightly as mud dirty our fur.

Good, that should lessen our smell. Stopping and looking over the gra.s.s we spotted our prey. With my eyes I commanded my brother to attack from behind, as I keep approaching from the front.

My hearth was betting so fast that I was scared they could hear it. The blood was pulsating strong in my ears as I controlled my breath and kept my focus.

Them I jumped.

The only sound to be heard was the rustling of the gra.s.s, covered by the wind that made the same noise all over the field.

The calf didn't even had time to welp as we attacked almost at the same time; my brother hold it down while biting its neck from behind, and I hold him from the front, having my mouth over its snout preventing it from shouting and helping asphyxiate it.

It struggle, but his fetal position from before ended up making his whole body been under our paws. In a few minutes it finally lay down, and I could feel my stomach arching backwards, demanding food.

As I look up I watch my brother going for the meat, but with a paw on the chin I make him look my way. I nod no, eyeing the others cows. The smell of blood would be a beacon in this quiet night.

I point my snout to the back of the calf, and we hold our prey up the ground by the paws, biting strongly at its legs.

Returning was as "easy" as coming; a very slow advance, with adrenaline surging in our systems and the hunger compelling to go quicker.

My brother was drooling so much that almost let the legs fall, right beside a huge bull. My heart wanted to jump out my throat, and I rolled my eyes as I look at my brother with a dumb expression appearing apologetic at me, the tongue dripping sideways. His little stump tail was moving sideways, making me roll my eyes again and start walking.

Only him to find something to be happy about in this situation.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips as we got far away from the group. My brother walked beside me and gave a nimble at my ear, only to low his snout and start chewing the skin off.

I wanted to have a better look at our meal, but I didn't. For some reason, having to look at the little face of the calf brought sadness to me, which was odd for a hunter, a predator to feel.

I wonder if mother often felt sad for her kills.

Once my brother broke the skin and the sweet smell of blood hit my wet nose I stooped overthinking and went to fill my belly. We eat as much as we could, swallowing big pieces of meat whole.

The hard long day and a full belly made me sleepy, very sleepy, but we couldn't stop. The humans tracking us would easily spot our path and our kill. We weren't safe.

"Brother, we need to keep going, those two legs creatures are hunting us down."

My brother, whom was dozing off, almost asleep, whimpered at the information, looking at the meat and slowly yawning.

"I know. I'm tired too. But we got to keep moving. We cannot be captured."

He nodded, flexing his talons to wake up his body, shaking like a wet dog. The image brought a smile to my snout, flas.h.i.+ng my white sharp teeth.