Wild blood

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Racing past the river, the girl sprang onto the bird, and with one swift motion broke it's neck. She took it in her teeth and ran back to the grotto. The girl tossed the bird to the leader of the streak. She tore into it snapping the bones in her humongous canines. The leader was the biggest tiger the girl had ever known. She was pretty much a mother figure to the girl. Every morning the girl would happily find any thing she could for the streak. To them she was a part they accepted as one of their own. That girl didn't even know her own name. She called herself "sher" or tiger in Hindi. None of the streak knew what would happen the next day. It would change her life for the better or the worst. That night the clouds rolled in for the first time in awhile. The streak and sher went under the canopy to rest. They didn't hunt at night, not since the leader had been shot at trying to protect them. No more hunting after the sky was purple. That's the rule and will never change. The poachers hadn't been to the grotto yet but soon they would have to move yet again. Sher might wear tattered clothes and skins but she could run as fast as the smallest tiger if she had enough energy. Clouds rolled in the sky, lightning flashed and thunder cracked. Something that used to scare her. Now nothing natural in this forest got the best of her.