The Final Feast

Chapter 21

One sat on the beach, facing the ocean and an island in the distance. She held a small knife in her hands, cutting through the skin of the Máng Nù. She cut carefully, making sure to keep the skin intact. As she skinned the onyc, Corvi was above, swooping back and forth, flying from the beach to the island behind it and back again as quickly as possible. She had been doing this for weeks, working on her speed. Corvi had already proven she could outrun the Máng Nù, but while she wouldn't be eaten, she was always injured afterwards. One determined it was critical that Corvi's speed be increased if this plan was going to work.

By night, the skin was finished and Corvi was collapsed on the beach, asleep. One looked at the skin. The onyc had been large enough that she could easily cover herself with it and still have some left over. She cut a peice of it and wrapped it around Red. The otter squeaked in protest, but let One fit the skin on her. One stepped back and looked around. This could actually work, she thought to herself. The sun peaked up over the sea and light began to claw into black night. They would rest for a while, and then it would be time to move.