Searching the faces of the men, he found sympathy but not forgiveness.
He had been banished, and knew he could never return.
Utterly confused and dejected, he turned and walked slowly through the
opening and down the shallow, sandy incline which led to the grasslands
below. Looking back one final time, he felt a warm tear trickle bitterly
down his reddened cheek. For he knew that his destiny had been changed
forever, and that life could never again be the way it was before.
Chapter 2
Truly alone for the first time in his life, Kalus wandered aimlessly,
trying to put back the pieces of all that had happened, and think of the
things he must now do to survive. Though rarely forced to do it, he
knew he was capable of hunting on his own.
But hunger was not the real danger. The valley in which he lived was
full of game, but as a result, was also full of predators, many larger
and more powerful than himself. He also knew that some were highly
specialized killers, and ruthless in their struggle to survive. Most
would kill him without hesitation if they thought he had encroached on
their hard fought, territorial boundaries.
His mind filled with such thoughts, he was easily startled by the sound
of padded footfalls behind him.
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