Smokey - Black Fury

Smokey moved through the grass slowly before stopping upon something. Stopping the brute layed down and waited for anything to kill and such. He smiled knowing that his father was around... hopefully.

Black Fury moved head held high and his yellow eyes scanning he did't fear humans and never did. He might make a mistake by sitting atop rock in the praire which the bold black male had done.

*Hunters*

Downwind, three humans were traveling along the side of a small knoll. They were in camo, with dried grasses and other debris sticking out all over their clothes. Any time they stopped, they blended in almost perfectly with the surroundings. And they were deadly silent, too.

Suddenly, one of the hunters stops. The woman slowly raises her riffle, spotting Black Fury as he sat prominently on the rock. He was a like a sitting duck, his black pelt standing out against the dull tans and whites of the dormant landscape. Taking her aim, she fired....