Sebastian's laughter echoed across the savanna, a wild, triumphant sound that marked his victory over the beast that had dared to challenge him.
The exhilaration of having outsmarted and defeated the creature filled him with a surge of primal joy.
However, his maniac excitement diminished as he turned his attention to the aftermath of the broader battle.
The Whisperwing Scuttlers were now spreading in all directions, their numbers diminished by four.
Sebastian watched as they fled, their attempts at escape a desperate bid for survival.
"Shit."
Meanwhile, the remaining Grassland Sprinters had gathered around their fallen prey.
Four of the Whisperwing Scuttlers lay dead, and the feline predators wasted no time in beginning their feast.
They tore into the carcasses with their razor-sharp fangs and claws, the savanna air filled with the sounds of flesh being ripped and bones being crushed.
