Mar 06, 2016 02:13
The predators had dropped their prey. It was dead anyway. The battle now was to see which of them would claim it.
They circled each other warily, first clockwise, then paused and turned the other way. Neither was willing to be the one to attack.
“It looks as if they’re dancing,” Gideon commented sadly. “Who knew they could be so graceful? We just need some music.”
In a world where any sound could bring instant death, Matt had no comprehension of what music might be. He watched the two creatures, and waited until it was safe to move on again.
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