King Razhal Yuma walked into the forest barefoot, a true definition of a savage leader ready do spill the blood of anything that moved without his permission. Right beside him was Feibond who also had the same expression in his face.
As they passed a cut down wood that had two little pup circling what rather looked like a wild rabbit. His first instinct was to scream at them to leave it alone. Only expert hunters know how dangerous such animals could be. It wasn't a child's plaything. But on a second thought he ignored them.
One only learns after a punishing experience. It was the duty of their family to teach them such things before a hunt and if they were foolish not to, then it was none of his concern.
Feibond had begun giving his report about the position of the next curse but all the King could think about was a certain redhead.