   The ceocú had picked up the red prey's scent again and began tracking it. The creature had tried to harm it - this was becoming personal. This time, though, the red prey was out in the open; there were no trees around and it was far enough from the bushes that when the ceocú made its appearance it would be too late for the red prey to do anything but die. The ceocú's eyes gleamed with equal parts hunger and malice. It had gone through enough effort for its meal - it decided it may just kill the creature out of spite and be done with it, leaving the corpse for the scavengers to pick clean.