He savored this moment, enjoying the warmth of her touch,
and he retured the favor with his own comforting nuzzle.
He looked at he with a weak smile, he couldn't hide that he was scared.
"Now listen."
He began, looking at her with with a serious face.
"If anything goes wrong, and if i tell you to run. you Run, okay?"
He glanced around, it sounded like the humans had gotten distracted.
"I want you to run That way,"
He said, gesturing north,
"You'll find the herd if you run long enough."
He gave another glance, they were coming.
"And..A- and you tell Kyla that there are humans nearby, and that Dexter said so, okay?"
He began to step away,
"And.."
He sighed,
"And if you run I'll find you later, I promise."
He looked at her again with a reasuring smile.
"I'll see you later."
He stood gaurd at the opening, Ears pinned, antlers positioned, and ready to fight.
The two humans walked closer and stopped
"Did you hear that? Sounded like a-"
Dexter charged out, Running head first in a fierce rampage.
One tripped and fell, one ran a bit farther and stopped, both dropping their rifles.
"HORSE, DUDE, WHAT KIND OF HORSE IS THAT??"
The other one stopped and looked at Dexter in belwilderment.
"One with horns i guess, Never seen one like him though."
Dexter Stomped and threw his head down, letting his antlers fall right above the
Human's belly.
"DUDE, DO SOMETHING!! SHOOT IT!"
He screamed in desperation,
"PLEASE!"
The other one panicked, looking on at the rifle that laid by Dexter,
Dexter stood and eyed him aggresivly, putting out the obvious.
Do it,
I dare you,
Message.
"YOU HAVE THE PISTOL IN YOUR POCKET, GET IT."
Dexter looked at the man who stood, as he scrambled to grab the little gun.
Dexter jumped over the laying man and hooked his antlers onto the man's shirt.
But it was too late...
The trigger was pulled, and a sharp pain split through Dexter's neck.
Dexter cryed out in pain and flung the Man into a rock, where he laid unconcious.
Dexter fell to his knees in the process, blood now leaking from his neck.
The remaining man scrambled to grab a rifle and stood up, he looked Dexter in the
eye,
"Don't worry, Big guy."
He said calmly, walking around to his front.
"It'll all be over soon..."
He said, aiming the gun.
"Your horns will look nice mounted on my wall."
Dexter hastely looked to where Poetry was hiding.
"Poetry!!"
He called.
"Run!"
He breathed heavily as the dizziness of blood loss got to him.
"Run away, Poetry!!"
he said in a weak voice, blood now soaking most of his neck,
He looked to the man holding the gun, he had a look of sympathy in his eyes.
"Don't make this hard, Big guy."
He drew the gun to his eye, but just as he shot,
Dexter in one last attempt hit the barrel with his nose, Making the bullet skim along his cheek, causing a cut,
But the bullet dug into the ground and not his head..
The Man dropped the gun, giving up, and ran over to his friend,
the two collected themselves, gave a glance at Dexter, and Ran off..
Dexter Laid his head back on the ground.
Feeling faint and dizzy.
He hoped Poetry was running and telling Kyla,
So they could all get away..
Dexter closed his eyes, wondering if that was the last time he would........