Thread:Jester of chaos/@comment-30079834-20181115211123/@comment-30079834-20181223161950

"Crad hated hyenas with a vicious and enduring hatred, ever since a pack of them, many years ago when he was a pup, had lain in wait for him as he came back from the valley where the yellow-necked partridge were, had ambushed him as though he were a dumb and scared gazelle, diving at him with a frightening suddenness out of the tangle of jasmine and clematis bushes, where the intertwining rubus plants were a source of attraction to the butterflies... One of them had bitten off his tail, and he would never forget the encounter. And so, he hunted them, not for food, but merely for the joy of killing them, even though some of them were twice as bid, thrice as strong as he was; they lacked the speed and cunning he had inherited from his wild-dog ancestors."