Snippet #2720575

The sun was climbing the sky by the time the keepers were making their rounds for feeding time. The enclosed space, although large, was simply not big enough, Rek feeling tight and restless as he paced alongside the fence. Because of this anxiety, the Terra Cat didn't know what he wanted, whether to run or eat or fight. All three? Sleep had been hard to come by in his captured state, everything, all the smells of humanity and other Terra Cats and elk, too close around him. He was practically blinded by the overwhelming presence of everything.

What was he even doing here? Why had life changed so drastically? It was those annoying humans fault. He'd been enjoying his life, running through the forests of the Fowler Mountain ranges, free to do as he pleased. And occasionally he'd treated himself with elk from the nearby fields. What was so bad about that? They were just standing there in herds, kept in enclosures of their own; why didn't he deserve to hunt them if he wanted? Not long after he started hunting the elk did Rek get captured by the humans and stuck in this awful, small, smelly place.

His mind too fogged by sensory overload to think of a way to escape, Rek instead paced close to the part of the fenced enclosure where the gate was. This was where the food came from. And the fence itself was made of thick logs with wire nets strung between the rails and standing 8 feet tall. The netting kept the Cats from climbing because their claws would get stuck and tangled in it.

At the door now, Rek paced with a low rumble in his throat, yellow eyes watching the approach of his feeder. It was someone different today, a female by the smell of her, yet someone Rek had never seen before. Not that it mattered, the food in her hands the much more important thing about her.

That's it. Feed me, stupid human, Rek said with a mental smirk. Maybe if you get close enough, I can drag you through. Heh.