Point-of-View: Aurora Pretorius
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"Come on, be patient, you'll burn your mouth," I remarked with a smile, as I blew on a freshly cooked piece of meat to cool it down.
Six years had passed since that day, I'm fifteen now, and I had all but settled into my life with the cheetahs. I made an effort to keep track of the days, and also made a point of talking to them as much as possible.
If you asked me, I wouldn't be able to give a specific reason for that, but I think a part of it is my desire to hold on to my humanity. Because I've definitely changed a lot in the last few years.
Cheetahs usually find new dens regularly, but thanks to me, this group has stuck around the same spot for the past six years. I had built a fence around the place to keep any stronger predators from invading, plus I think I've gotten them addicted to cooked meat.
