Part four.... The huge cat leaps through the air landing with both front paws hard on the hunters body by the fire. With practiced perfection he sinks both giant canines into the hunter and shakes the limp form hard as he bites down with all his might. Suddenly the cat leaps straight into the air, a sharp and terrible pain shoots through his body like lightning and he sees the bloody dart sticking out of his own tawny hide. He looks all around in blind panic for the source of the weapon that has inflicted this mortal wound. As he falls to the ground he sees a blurry figure leap from a nearby tree and feels another sharp stab as the hunter sends the killing dart home. The cat fades away with an audible growl fierce yet feeble he dies with the hunters grass stuffed bison coat still in his mouth.
The hunter is shaking uncontrollably as he approaches the downed giant. Not from cold nor fear but from adrenaline he has somehow slain the most feared animal in all the land. His decision to hide among the branches and leave his coat as a decoy should a predator show up has not only saved his life but will undoubtedly rise him to a level of unparalleled status once he returns to his home tribe. No hunter has killed a speartooth cat alone since the ancient times when men threw heavy spears and had no knowledge of the atlatl. The hunter touches the giant cat and says a prayer to creator for allowing him to win this fight. He says a prayer for the cat as well and asks the creator to welcome the spirit of the cat once it arrives in the skyworld. Skinning the cat will take most of the night but he need not worry about predators now even dead speartooth are avoided by other carnivores at all costs.............Part five tomorrow.
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