The Hunt

(Page Two)

This was a very diverse group she noticed, composed of those obviously just driven from the main herd to those older bulls who were no longer strong enough to defend a breeding harem of their own. She was beginning to think that one of these older bulls might be a better choice for a meal, as their loss would have the smallest impact on the overall health of the valley’s cattle population. The older bulls, while not quite as tasty or tender as the younger bulls, had already had an opportunity to prove their worthiness as sires and might even be the fathers of the pair currently fighting for supremacy at the other end of the valley.

A loud bellow from the two embattled bulls caused her to turn and look back up the valley. One of the pair had succeeded in knocking the other off his feet and was tossing his head in triumph while the other struggled to right himself. Suddenly the victor lowered his great head and charged his fallen foe. The speed of the attack was impressive and the thud of impact could be heard even over the scream of pain voiced by the defeated bull as he was viciously gored in the side. Caught up in the heat of battle the victor continued to swing his horns back and forth as he began stomping his opponent with his front hooves, his horns dripping blood and trailing bits of flesh torn from the side of his rival. Only when the fallen bull lay still did the other finally cease his attack. With a final bellow of triumph, the victorious bull left his rival where he lay and trotted over to a nearby stream where he quickly began to wallow in the cold water in an effort to wash the blood from his own hide, lest he attract the attention of any predators in the area… like a hungry Dragon, perhaps.

J’Karrah started to chuckle to herself at the irony of the champion's actions when movement from the defeated bull caught her attention. Surly he couldn’t still be alive after the sever beating he had taken? She made a quick dive at the herd to scatter it before turning back to where the mortally injured bull lay bleeding. As she came to a gentle landing she could hear the wheezing breath of the poor creature as its punctured lungs struggled to fill with air. So lost in his pain and the instinct to rise to his feet in spite of that pain the bull didn’t even notice the Dragon who quietly settled down next to him.

Reaching deep within she called upon her inborn magic and cast a spell of sleep over the bull to ease his passage into death. The futile attempts to rise ceased and the labored breathing slowed until it, too, finally stopped. As J’Karrah watched, the light slowly faded from the eyes of the bull as its life came to an end. Again, the Dragon reached for her magic and shifted her vision so she could see into the spirit realm. There was the spirit of the bull standing next to her, his head held high and proud… his body whole and strong again. Assured that all was well with his spirit, she started to return to normal vision when suddenly the air shimmered and a graceful white cow appeared. Her hide was as pure as newly fallen snow and the sense of “presence” J’Karrah felt told her this was no ordinary being. The cow walked over to the spirit of the bull and gently nuzzled his neck and shoulder before turning to look at a very startled Dragon.

“Thank you for your compassion, Dragon,” She said. “There are not many who would show such to one of My children in their last moments, even amongst themselves. And while I bear no animosity toward anyone for that, I wanted you to know that your actions were noted… and are appreciated.” With that She turned to the bull once more and the pair slowly faded from sight, like smoke blown away on the wind.

Well, this definitely wasn’t the hunt I had in mind when I woke up this morning, J’Karrah thought to herself. She wasn’t so much surprised to learn that wild cattle apparently had a goddess all their own as she was stunned that said goddess would take the time to speak to a Dragon. Shifting her vision back to normal sight she looked at the abandoned carcass of the fallen bull. She wasn't sure what to make of what just happened or what she should do next. As she contemplated just cremating the carcass and leaving the herd behind, she caught the faint sound of a bull’s courting call carried across the wind and the image of the white Cow Goddess flashed briefly across her mind’s eye leaving her with a clear impression of “waste not, want not.”

Taking the hint, J’Karrah could not help but laugh at herself before settling down to enjoy her breakfast.

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