Slasher attacked one of the young threehorns, biting him in the throat. Before it died, it let out a cry of pain, which alerted the other threehorns to Slasher and Rutilas.
"Good kill, son! Now let's get out of here before we're mauled by that herd!"
The father and son ran around the herd, trying to get back to Whiteclaw. The meat from the kill was lost, but Slasher had proven that he could hunt nevertheless. He was proficient for his age, although now the threehorns were mad. Luckily, when Rutilas and Whiteclaw managed to get next to each other again, it made the herd hesitate to attack...except for the alpha male, whose son had just been killed! He charged at the sharpteeth, angry beyond anything he ever had been before.