The boy stared at the screen with an attentive glint in his eyes. He couldn't read the words but he somehow understood the prompts accurately.
Once the holographic panel vanished, his abdomen ached fiercely. His teeth elongated into fangs and a jagged maw.
Again he pounced on the corpse of the bird and bit into it. He spat out the feathers and then tore out a part of its meat. The blood now tasted sweet and the flesh produced savoury.
In no time both had devoured the bird leaving nothing but bones and feathers.
Hours passed, the boy sat full, the cub besides him chewing on a bone. The chilling evening wind blew across the landscape leaving him to enjoy the warmness of his fabrics.
Gazing at the distance ahead of him, he saw an ascension of thick smoke clouds. Picking up a stick he commenced on a journey in that direction.
