The thrill of the hunt

The thrill of being let loose. To run free for a limited amount of time. He craved it so…and the days he was allowed, he wreaked havoc among the wildlife, killing and devouring anything in his path that was unlucky enough to be unable to flee from the brute. Hungry and angry he took his frustrations out on the local fauna. This time it was a fox his first taste of freedom for the day. He would be loose until sunset. This was a training exercise, to increase his bloodlust and aggression levels, watching him carry the dead mammal in his mouth for a moment before indulging in the meal made his master happy…he had a new fight coming up soon. This was just a mere play time for him.