I was at a loss about what to do. Hide it? Or tell her the truth?
Before I could decide, or even think, I heard the soft, lithe footsteps of my wife. She appeared out of the darkness. She always knows where to find me.
She looked puzzled for a moment on seeing the blood on me. Then she looked at the body at my feet, and paled visibly. She looked back at me with her big, dark eyes, full of reproach.
“I didn’t know, you had so little faith in me.”
I tried to tell her, I didn’t kill him because I lacked faith in her. I tried to nuzzle her and tell her, it was just an act in the heat of the moment.
She just shook her head and stepped back.
I didn’t know what to do or say. I knew I had hurt her terribly.
She sighed, and started dragging the body towards our hideout without looking at me. I followed her at a distance, reprimanded by her silence, her loyalty and ashamed by my own loss of control.
After all I wasn’t hungry, and in our prides, the females hunt.
It’s a matter of honour.
N.B. I need to stay away from the blog to get my work done but dammit, I just don’t seem to be able to do that. I’ll be here off and on, just to stay sane, with occasional snippets. Do tell me, did you understand this one??? G.
Addendum: May be I am too intelligent for my own good, or utterly hopeless… ever heard of the phrase (or the collective noun) “a pride of lions”… the lioness is the one who hunts animals for the lion family, to eat! The ‘faith’ talked about here is the lion’s faith in her hunting abilities…see here… better now? G. 🙂