The Huntress's New Prey

Stalker the bobcat glanced at his partner, considering her. What an inferior animal. Her limbs were lithe, not muscular like his. She screamed weakness, practically begged to be used and then discarded. "Huntress, darling. Come here. I have something I want to say."

His partner looked up at him from where she lay in the corner of the cave they resided in. Huntress stood and stretched her limbs, letting loose a yawn. "Yes?"
           "No, come here, as I requested."

Huntress curled her lips back, revealing sharp fangs, but did as she was told, striding towards Stalker where she stood silently waiting.

"Darling, I am famished. Be a good wife, heh, a good female, and kill something for us to eat," said Stalker. His eyes drooped as he spoke with exhaustion.

"I am not your servant. If you're hungry, go and kill something yourself."

"But I have you, my darling huntress. It's your job to kill the food. I protect the den and you hunt." Really, was that so difficult to understand? She must be inferior in both body and mind. How weak.

"Fine." Huntress wandered out of the cave and into the sunlight, growling with displeasure as she walked.

Perfect. Soon, Huntress would return with fresh meat. It was the ideal situation. She did all the work, and he gained the benefits.

Stalker waited, growing more impatient by the hour. Surely, she would return soon. Huntress was efficient, a spectacular predator, despite her weak body and mind. It was strange for her to take so long.

The sunlight streaming in through the cave's entrance gave way to darkness as night fell upon the land.

Exasperated, Stalker stood up from his spot in the cave and wandered into the night. Suddenly, a body collided against his, knocking the breath from his lungs. His eyes widened in horror as sharp claws tore into his chest and his partner's fangs ripped open his neck.
           As Stalker lay dying in a pool of his own blood, Huntress stood beside him. With a laugh, she said, "Tonight, my dear, I hunt for the buzzards."