The Chase
Profound inside the thick wilderness, where plants as thick as boat's ropes wound up antiquated tree trunks, and intriguing birds shouted through the shade, john hunched unmoving. His dim eyes examined the backwoods floor, looking for the smallest development.
John, a carefully prepared tracker from the town of john, had been following the huge gaur bull for a really long time. The locals required the meat for the impending harvest celebration, and john intended to convey.
As he paused, the wilderness woke up around him. A radiant blue morpho butterfly fluttered past his ear, and a group of capuchin monkeys gabbed in the trees above.
Out of nowhere, a twig snapped underneath the gaur's huge hoof.john drew his bow, the wooden appendages squeaking delicately as he focused. The gaur bull rose up out of the underbrush, its bended horns flickering in the dappled light.
John delivered the bolt, and it took off straight and valid, hitting the gaur with a strong crash. The bull howled, staggered, and collided with the earth.
John moved toward the fallen gaur, his heart beating with fervor and regard. He respected the creature with a quiet supplication, saying thanks to it for accommodating his town.
As he started the difficult errand of dressing and setting up the remains for transport, john felt a profound association with the regular world and his place inside it. The wilderness was his home, and he was its modest tracker.
