Happiness is a warm...kill.
As soon as they had been released, Red Snout had bolted for the nearest wilderness area. Yes the alien guide had said there was a place where you could go to hunt, but what fun was it to hunt something already caged, already captured. Waiting for you to simply sink your claws into it. Instead Red Snout simply ran, bounding off into the unfamiliar forest and running for the sheer joy of being able to stretch his legs on real soil, over actual ground. It seemed that he had been running forever when he at last forced himself to stop, chest heaving and nostrils flaring as he sucked in breath. Where he was now, he wasn't certain. But he was a raptor. And raptors do not get lost. He could find his way back easily enough. For now...time to see what there was to stalk in this new place. He slipped off into the undergrowth, following the scent of some strange animal in the hopes it would lead him to prey.
How fortunate. After a mere hour or two of stalking, he had come upon a mammalian creature grazing in a clearing. Some sort of oddly colored green-brown deer. If he had known what a deer was. It didn't matter. The point was that it was there and he was going to kill it. He tensed, then at last leaped, legs uncoiling as he hurled himself at his prey, a triumphant screech already ripping from his throat. His claws flexed, tore into flesh. The creature screamed, the sound cut off in the middle as Red Snout lowered his head and neatly snapped the thing's neck with a firm bite and a twist of his head. Red Snout, his mouth and claws dripping with gore, tilted his head back and let out another screech of triumph. He had killed his prey. And now he could eat properly for the first time in many, many passings of a moon.
How fortunate. After a mere hour or two of stalking, he had come upon a mammalian creature grazing in a clearing. Some sort of oddly colored green-brown deer. If he had known what a deer was. It didn't matter. The point was that it was there and he was going to kill it. He tensed, then at last leaped, legs uncoiling as he hurled himself at his prey, a triumphant screech already ripping from his throat. His claws flexed, tore into flesh. The creature screamed, the sound cut off in the middle as Red Snout lowered his head and neatly snapped the thing's neck with a firm bite and a twist of his head. Red Snout, his mouth and claws dripping with gore, tilted his head back and let out another screech of triumph. He had killed his prey. And now he could eat properly for the first time in many, many passings of a moon.