Before long, the familiar calls of Mom and Dad echoed through the timber. Jas watched as they hurried toward his position, their movents urgent and focused. Only then did he feel secure enough to descend from the safety of the branches.
Upon reaching the ground, Mom was the first to approach. She nuzzled my head, her low-frequency rumbles vibrating with maternal inquiry. Dad, anwhile, stood as a sentinel, his gaze cutting through the undergrowth as he searched for the scent of the intruder.
This display of familial protection sparked a warmth in Jas's chest. He quickly communicated the details of the female Xenosmilus's intrusion and her predatory stalking.
The parents' reaction was imdiate and visceral. They hadn't expected the rival pair to have the audacity to infiltrate their core territory for a revenge hit. This demanded a response—a formal settling of accounts.
Mom and Dad didn't waste a second. They marched directly toward the brushy border separating the two territories and crossed into the Xenosmilus sector without a hint of hesitation.
ROAR!!
A series of thunderous roars erupted from the parents, a sonic gale that swept through the valley for miles.
The Xenosmilus pair erged from the shadows shortly after, appearing ready for a fight. However, when they saw the united front of Jas's family, their aggression wavered. Their fury was replaced by a visible, cowering uncertainty.
Mom and Dad pressed the advantage, stepping forward with challenging bellows. The Xenosmilus pair, once so bold in the shadows, now averted their eyes, lacking even the courage to maintain eye contact with the pri Smilodon pair.
To Jas, the dynamic was clear: they were broken. It wasn't surprising; they were outnumbered and outmatched. In a full-scale clash, they would be slaughtered.
Eventually, the rivals yielded, backing away into the deeper forest.
Seeing they had no guts for a fight, Dad didn't push for a kill. Instead, he lifted a leg and marked a nearby tree, drenching it in scent.
This final insult stung. The Xenosmilus pair bared their teeth, their breath hitching in a display of impotent rage, but they remained still. They eventually turned and vanished silently into the greenery.
Jas felt satisfied. Having his parents back him up felt like a victory, but he knew this was a temporary fix. As long as those two remained alive, the threat to his life was permanent. He knew that eventually, he would have to settle this debt with his own paws.
Back in their territory, Jas presented the two howler monkey carcasses to his parents—a small token of gratitude. Since they hadn't hunted yet that day, the gifts were welcod with imdiate enthusiasm.
Watching Mom, Dad, Zack, and Zoe tear into the at, Jas's gaze softened. He had co back for more than just a visit; he had co to say goodbye.
While the parents hadn't forced him out yet, he could feel the deadline approaching. He didn't want the transition to end in a violent confrontation over a carcass or a sleeping spot. It was better to leave on his own terms.
That evening, the sky turned a bruised gray. A light, rhythmic rain began to fall, pattering against the ancient canopy. Jas looked at the horizon, noting a break in the clouds. The shower wouldn't last.
He walked over to his parents, unsure of how to bridge the gap. They didn't question his absence from the previous night. Having finished their al, they were already settling into a heavy, post-feast lethargy, their eyes half-closed.
Mom sensed his approach and lifted her head. She saw a flicker of sothing different in his eyes—a complex cocktail of emotions that humans call reluctance or nostalgia.
To a Smilodon, such concepts were alien. She only sensed that her eldest son was acting strangely today.
Jas uttered a low, guttural call—a signal of departure. Mom tilted her head, confused, offering no clear response. Jas gave a frustrated, inward sigh; the limited vocabulary of his species simply couldn't carry the weight of a human farewell.
Regardless of whether they understood, his path was set. Independence was the only way forward. He took one last, long look at them, his eyes perhaps a bit more moist than usual, before turning away.
In the wild, there are no long goodbyes.
He headed west, toward the boundary of the territory. He wanted to see the wider world of this prehistoric Ice Age—to witness the landscapes that would one day vanish forever.
Behind him, Mom watched his receding silhouette, her head tilted in silent wonder. She didn't understand the purpose of his departure, nor did she interfere. He was grown, and his life was his own to lead.
Zack and Zoe, returning from a lap around the den, barely noticed. They expected him to return by nightfall, likely carrying another al. They didn't know that days would turn into weeks, then months.
When the heat of sumr eventually faded and the first biting winds of autumn began to scream down from the Arctic, Jas had not returned.
At twilight, Mom and Dad would occasionally stand at the edge of the cave, looking toward the west where the sun dipped behind the burning clouds, painting the world in shades of crimson and violet. They would watch until the stars appeared, before turning back into the shadows of the cave with Zack and Zoe.
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