Exhausted, the negress began to eat a large gnu carcass as soon as she arrived at their hut. All the stalking, hunting, chasing, killing, and then dragging such a large prey to her place under the hot sun left the large predator too tired to even seek her mate’s touch, she just wanted to stuff herself on the delicious meat before falling into a deep sleep so her body could process all the nutrients. The young cracker watched her eating with a blank expression, slightly thankful that she wasn't gonna force herself upon him today.
Once she finished her meal, a great part of the carcass, she gave the cracker a couple of sniffs in the back of the head and soon laid on the soft nest, composed of cloth rags and dry plants, her sweaty and sore muscles finally relaxing as she drifted away in her sleep. The cracker began to eat the gnu remains, despite being able to indulge in a full meat diet, he missed the taste of leaves and fruits that he once savored, back when he was a free male, living in a colony with other pale creatures.
As he watched the sun disappear and the night fully takes over, hearing the sounds of the negress snoring, an idea crept into his mind. Hand after foot, he began to leave the hut, his heart pounding in his chest as he clearly disobeyed his mate’s rules. If she woke up right now and saw the cracker slowly trying to run away, her punishment would be severe, especially considering how angry she was. The night’s air and the coldness felt good for the cracker, and the distance between him and the hut grew more and more.
For a moment he considered coming back, knowing he was easy prey for most animals, and thanks to the white humans' more sensitive feelings, he felt slightly bad for leaving the negress in the middle of the night, but he soon brushed this feeling away. She was his captor and he needed to get away from her, no matter what. His pale skin was easy to spot in the lack of light, however, his light green eyes, keen hearing and sense of smell were proper to move during the night time and he hoped that if she came after him, he would have a slight advantage.
As he was just a bit more than a kilometer away from the hut, he heard a blood-curling sound: the negress snored and sneezed, waking up for a brief moment, more than enough for her to notice his absence. The cracker began to sprint through the savannah, ignoring the roars and grunts that
started to search for him.
The chase began…
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