Bandhura watched as Craig sprinted off in a different direction, her honey colored eyes flickered with sadness. It was inevitable that Craig would leave. Bandhura sucked in air and turned a cave into her den, figuring this was going to be her new home.
------------------------------------------ 2 Years Later…--------------------------------------------------------------
Bandhura slowly shifted in her den, a smoky colored medium size ball of fur raised and fell. Mid day was slowly coming to an end and Bandhura’s honey colored eyes opened, hunger was bothering her stomach. Bandhura lifted herself to her paws and she slowly stepped out of the cave, putting her nose towards the ground. She inhaled the scent of a mountain goat and her eyes flickered with excitement, she moved towards the scent.
Bandhura had grown up now in the past two years, her thick silky pelt was a dark grey and her tail had an ebony tip. She grew into a well built muscular female and turned the mountains into her land. Her ears perked atop her head as she listened to the sound of the baby goat by the upper cliffs.
Bandhura leaped on to a ledge and pulled herself onto a large rock, her yellow eyes peered down at the baby goat. She watched her prey carefully before leaping. She landed in front of the goat blocking its way from escaping; she flashed her canines in warning. ”I’m going to enjoy this…” she snapped coldly.
Appearing behind Bandhura was the baby goat’s mother and she scraped the ground with her hoof, her horns pointing towards the wolf. Bandhura glanced back as the goat charged pushing Bandhura to the cliff’s edge, her back paw lost footing. Bandhura grabbed onto the cliff’s edge and her back paws scratched at the rocky mountain, she barked slightly for help. Knowing that no one lived in the mountains but her, her honey colored flashed with fear. The goat gathered her kid and they ran off away from the hanging Bandhura, her paws losing grip.