Lea Hauet has been minding her sheep. Things were looking up for the first time after the war. The sheep birthed their lambs, and now they are hoping around. Lea picked up one of the lambs and kissed it on the head. Life was good.
Every human being in the world has instincts left over from a more primal time. It was a relic from a time when humans were picking berries for survival. She felt something looking at her. Hungry yellow eyes peered out from the bushes. The hair on her neck stood on end. She suddenly turned and came eye to eye with the beast.
A gray shadow leaped from the bushes and caught her on the shoulders. The ravenous beast shook her, aiming to sink its teeth deeper into her, aiming to tear a chunk out of her.
