It's been six months today since he died. My son was too young to go with the others, but they were convinced that his strong back and durable tusks would make all the difference in driving the humans away. I've never understood why there was a need to completely eradicate the humans. Yes, it makes the resources scarcer, but with as many types of creatures that there are, that's not completely unlikely to happen eventually anyway.
A rustling behind a bush brings me from my thoughts to reality. It doesn't sound like the movement of any creature I know. I look in its direction and keep an eye out for movement. I grunt in warning. I don't particularly want a fight, but I'm not afraid to defend myself. A few small birds fly away in fear. Just when I begin to think I was hearing things, the rustling behind the bush begins again, this time with a purposeful direction. I grunt more fe