Au'dtair studied the prey in front of him. He was more than a little confused over its actions. It seemed to be following the path made by the Bothrops lanceolatus. Was that on purpose? And if it was, what in the name of the Dark Lord would it be wanting with it?
If it was to feed it, then he would have to step in. No one would be taking his prey from him. Not even a 150-foot Zmaj. He knew that there had been a few seasoned hunters to lose their life trying to kill it, and they were many times the size of his prey. No, he would need to stop in and ensure the safety of it. If necessary, he would call in the others. They would make a better meal for the Zmaj.
