The three hunters were hiding on the tree quietly watching the approaching monster, not daring to breathe heavily.
Its body was close to the ground with its back bent in an arch. Rody knew that this was the best posture; whether to attack or to flee, instant action could be taken.
It crept slowly as it warily examined the bleeding horse in front of it. Instead of moving straight to the horse, it carefully walked around the horse as it slowly approached. The two tails behind it continued to sweep its tail along with the sand on the ground, like big brooms.
Finally, the wolf-like creature stopped less than five meters away from the horse. It stood there with its mouth open and bared its pointed fangs as it growled.
That horse was frightened. Its animal instincts made it struggle and neigh sorrowfully again. Its neighs became more and more tragic and more and more piercing.
Finally, the monster moved.