◣He had always hated weapons. Past agonies of harpoons, arrows, and knives haunted the back of the Cetus’ mind still; the creature’s hulking side bearing scars and puncture wounds long healed but seldom forgotten. Perhaps it was why the Cetus was currently cursing himself for following through with his idiotic plan.
For the longest time in his travels from the Great Ocean en route to the Sea of Rhun, the Cetus had come across only so much food. His own lifestyle of forgoing hunting and fishing had sacrificed easy meals for the sake of company. Bruce preferred to scavenge when necessary, only consuming venison and the likes whenever he happened upon their corpses; killed by another predator, or having died of natural age. But sometimes his hunger grew to the point where the sharklike creature couldn’t wait for an animal to drop dead.
And so brought Bruce to his current dilemma; shadowing a hunter. The growling in his stomach was the only thing preventing the creature from turning around, and the Cetus continued to keep a watchful eye on the back of the land-walker, making sure to stay low to the ground if the other caught the feeling of being followed.
The plan was simple. Wait for the hunter to kill something. Then, if Bruce was able to wait, stick around until the hunter had taken his share of the meat, and finally feed upon what remained.
The only problem was staying unnoticed until that happened...