They had always been together, for as long as he could remember.
They had always been the best of friends.
I had taught him everything he knew, relentlessly preparing him
for life in the outside world.
We met when we were little kids.
We were best friends and we told each other
everything even though he couldn't speak english.
Everyday I trained him to be aggressive in case he
gets lost in the outlands area where all the predators lived.
We were becoming teenages and he was almost 3 times
Shaquille O'neal's height. Wow, I know right he is really tall.
Everyday it was a struggle for us because we will always
have to head out to the outlands and hunt down food
without getting caught by hyenas. It was all going well until
I was caught up with a whole pack of hyenas ready to eat me for dinner.
I was panicking not knowing what to do so I ran as fast as I could.
Luckily I got saved from my best friend that stayed behind on a look out.
We sneaked out some food enough to keep us full for the rest of the
sunny day. We lived like that the rest of our lives but we were used to it.
Unfortunately he had to go because the life out here was too wild.
