His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

67 Have You Lost Your Baby?

I follow the direction of the sound and look for prey along the way. I deliberately slowed down as I approached the sound. I started to learn to look around like Daley.

A fog gathered, blocking my view, and the starlight suddenly dimmed. My eyes could only see the dim shadows of the trees. Daley crept up on me. He leaned into my ear and whispered.

"Listen with your ears," he said.

I close my eyes and listen carefully. The noise was near, but I couldn't tell which way it was going. Daley tapped me on the shoulder and then looked right in front of me.

In the dark grass came the cry of an animal, followed by a barking dog. Then came the sound of a brief animal scuffle. My eyes were fixed on the sounds, and this time I was sure they were there.

Daley handed me his shotgun, which I carefully moved in the direction of the sound. Then a sudden night breeze blew over my ear. The cold wind cut into my neck and made me feel a chill.

The wind dispersed the mist among the trees, and the stars were brighter than before. I finally saw what was happening before my eyes. A hyena was staring menacingly at a fox in front of it. It was clear that the two animals had been engaged in a fierce struggle, and that the hyena's fur was bitten and bleeding. The fox's white fur was also stained with a large blood stain, and her lower abdomen dropped to the ground, as if she had just given birth. The left leg of her foreleg was bent down and bloody.

I aimed my gun at the hyena and saw two animals facing each other, neither daring to move. The hyena panted menacingly, and the fox stood still in pain.

Shoot him when he thinks he's got it.

Should I shoot now, but who should I shoot? Fox or hyena? At the moment when I can't tell who the winner is, should I observe first?

Then, from a tree behind the fox came a weak voice, similar to the voice of a newborn kitten in the call. The noise distracted the fox from the fight, and just as she turned to look into the hole in the tree, the hyena lunged at her.

I fired the first shot without hesitation, but missed. The bullet only grazed the hyena, but the noise of the shot frightened it. Based on what had happened to his partner, the hyena decided to abandon his prey and take cover in the grass. I watched the swaying grass stretch out into the darkness and disappear.

"I never expected you'd make a choice so soon," Daley said, watching my every move.

I gave him back his shotgun and walked slowly towards the wounded fox. She limped to the hole in the tree behind her. There were three little foxes hiding in the hole of the tree. They carefully poked their heads out to look for their mother. The mother licked the fox's head with her tongue and made a low sound as if to appease her children. The danger had passed.

"Can you help her with the wound?" I remember Daley was a doctor and he might be able to help the fox with the wound on her leg.

Daley put his backpack down on the floor and pulled out a small medicine box and a piece of beef jerky. He squatted in front of the fox and attracted her with food. At first, the fox kept an eye on us. Soon she got a whiff of jerky and got closer, but she kept her distance. Daley dropped the beef jerky on the ground. She trotted over and carried it in her mouth back to the hole.

While the fox was eating, Daley approached her and gently reached for her injured calf. The fox cried, but she didn't attack Daley. Maybe she also knew that Daley wanted to help her, so she agreed with Daley to bandage her wound.

Soon after Daley treated her wound, he gave her another piece of beef jerky. This time the fox bit it in the mouth and turned into a cave with her children.

I saw the little foxes gather around their mother and start sucking her milk. The fox looked up at us, her bright, round eyes full of gratitude.

"It seems that animals and humans are connected," I said.

"The similarity between animals and humans is that a mother will never abandon her child, even if it is dangerous."

Something's got a hold on my heart. Memories suddenly rushed to my head, I felt pain.

"Eva?" Daley called me.

I picked up his shotgun and looked in the direction the hyena had fled, and my heart burned with anger.

"Where are you going?" Daley pressed behind me.

"I'm going to kill that hyena." I ducked into the bushes without looking back. The hyena was wounded, too, and I was sure it couldn't have gone far. Perhaps it lurks nearby and waits for the opportunity to attack its prey again.

"Get out of there, you f.ucking hyena!" I yelled and shot randomly into the dark bushes.

"Eva, what are you doing?" Daley tried to grab the gun from my hand, but I aimed it at him like crazy.

"Get out of my way," I said coldly. "Let me kill the hyena."

The bushes that had been shot suddenly became very calm, and the smell of gunpowder filled the woods. My eyes were fixed on every nook and cranny, yet there was nothing but the shadows of the shaking leaves.

It must be hiding, I thought.

Be patient. be patient. As a hunter, I must not be in a hurry. Prey will come out when they think it's safe.

I crouched down and hid myself in the bushes. My eyes looked through the gaps in the branches and saw the grass swaying slightly in the distance. I stared straight ahead, Daley following me silently.

The swaying weed was like a wave rising from the middle of the sea, and it was coming towards me. The gaps in front of me were widening, and I saw the ugly face of the hyena approaching.

When I made eye contact with it, the hyena stared at me with its eyes wide open, and the moment it stopped, I shot it without hesitation.

The sound of the gun woke the sleeping birds in the woods, and they waved their wings and looked up into the sky. I got up and walked over to the hyena, which was wriggling and trying to bite me with all its might.

I shot it a second time. This time the hyena's head was broken. Blood and brains splattered all over the ground.

"He's finally dead, and the fox and her babies are safe," I muttered to myself as I looked at the dead hyena.

Daley stood before me, his golden eyes fixed on me for a long time. He seemed to be thinking about something, and when he found the answer, his puzzled eyes turned to pity.

"Poor Eva, have you lost your baby?" He said.