He could barely make out the eyes under a thick brow, flicking from side to side, trying to see him, but he remained still. The Mooshka noticed two oversized teeth jutting from its lower jaw like tusks. The giant stood still for a long time, sniffing the air and bobbing its head, trying to see him through the brush and trees. The wind was in his favour and he was behind trees and brush. But this thing was far far larger than he and there was no way he was going to challenge it for the meal.Īs if sensing his thoughts the giant suddenly swung its boulder sized head in his direction and sniffed.Īn almost overwhelming wave of fear swept over the Mooshka but instead of fleeing in sudden terror he somehow managed to remain still. He had wanted to kill it himself, and eat its heart for what it had done to his brother. It hung limply and did not move, was it dead?ĭisappointment filled the Mooshka's body. The other hand reached down and effortlessly picked up the fallen Sasquatch by one arm, holding it high to better inspect it. The giant stepped forward and the Mooshka saw it carried a long, thick tree trunk in one hand, using it like a third leg as it moved. It grunted and the young Sasquatch tried to rise to its feet but the effort was too much. It was bigger than anything he had ever seen, yet despite its bulk if his nose had not picked it up he doubted he would have ever seen it. His eyes adjusted and he saw an enormous figure standing in the trees looking down at the young Sasquatch.
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It lifted its head and looked to one side and for the first time the Mooshka's nose caught that strange, ancient scent that had been teasing him for so long in full force! It did not move, except for one hand, tracing the ground with one long finger. Was it a trick? Did it know it was being followed?
Freezing in place, the Mooshka watched it carefully through small gaps in the brush. His nose instantly told him it was the young Sasquatch. He threw aside the fear and bounded ahead through tall, ancient boulders that were weathered and worn into fantastic shapes.Ībruptly he found himself in a cool pine forest, a thick layer of needles softening the ground and the sounds of his pursuit. It had made him cautious but now the scent of the Sasquatch and sweet vengeance for his brother was so close and fresh it encouraged him to move faster. Yet here there was an ancient taste in the air and he sensed a great presence watching over the mountain. Mooshka rarely felt danger threaten, they were at the top of the food chain, mostly.
Something about this place made his senses tingle. For some time now it had been leading him into the rugged arms of a strange mountain he had never seen before. Now his nose told him the young Sasquatch was only a few minutes ahead and the Mooshka picked up the pace. Indeed it had been bleeding badly for a long distance before the steady dripping had slowed and stopped. He could smell it was weak and injured, pushing itself on and on. He should have caught the youngster by now but amazingly it did not stop even during the bright light of day to rest. The thought of it drove him on and he travelled fast on all fours, loping through the long miles with fresh strength. With the reduction in pain renewed vigour fuelled his need for vengeance. With the passing time his broken head throbbed less and even the burns on his back seemed to be healing. The Mooshka was steadily gaining on the young Sasquatch.įor days now his nose had led him on, through fields, past farmhouses and barns, stopping only once to snatch up a cat and steal some chickens.
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