For now, with his awkward, still-soft paws, he had to be content with just frolicking around the mountain.
He knew this, yet Dohwi couldn’t wait any longer.
He could no longer bear to watch Sohwa trembling day and night, dreading the next time that stag would appear.
But a stag was no easy prey.
With its enormous antlers, that stag was bigger and more seasoned than Dohwi, who hadn’t yet reached full maturity.
So, as expected, Dohwi's first hunt became a tedious chase, a drawn-out tug of war.
But in the end, he emerged victorious.
Though he was a tiger, the stag let his guard down, dismissing this little predator, barely half his size—a critical mistake that led to his demise.
“Gah!”
It was a relentless hunt.
Dohwi’s still-developing teeth finally pierced through the stag’s artery, silencing his last heaving breaths as he held it by the throat.
“When a female says no, you’re supposed to listen. Why did you have to keep being a pest?”
