Erevu was laughing.
That in itself was an oddity, not a lot amused the striped hyena these days and even smiles were rarer than gold from him. But still, today he was in a rather positive mood. Not only because he had found a week old elephant carcass to feed on but because he also now had the blessing of lions.
He was slightly mad, something he had only recently begun to notice, he had to be, didn't he, to think that he could go on living a life where he lived to betray his own kind. He felt no kinship to his fellow hyena, seeing nothing but blind stupidity and stubborness in them. His parents had hated lions with a fervent passion and it was with this same passion he had learned to love them. His parents had been betrayed long ago, sent into the jaws of lions to die on misleading evidence.
If only he were born a lion he thought to himself, things would be different.
Erevu rarely thought in straight lines and it was in this state of perpetually fragmented thoughts that he dined on the rancid flesh of the elephant, every now and then letting out a self-amused chuckle, his laughter echoing throughout the bare bones and stone.
Life was glorious.
