Beast Mate
''It's close'', he whispers and we slowly turn and go west.
After a minute, my eyes catch a movement on my left. I glue my back to the tree trunk, take an arrow and nock it on my bow. I fix my eyes on the prey, peacefully grazing early spring grass. Pulling the bow string back, I slowly take a deep breath. The animal is beautiful, unknowing. Time stops for a second. I don't really want to do this. I don't want to kill it. I release.
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