Warning: Images of death. This might upset very young children. There isn't any blood. Mods, just tell me if it is unsuitable and I'll delete it.We move towards an oasis; it was territory belonging to a clan of striped hyenas. Unlike the famous spotted hyena which hunts most of its prey, the striped hyena mostly scavenges. However at dawn and dusk, Marc said the tables would turn.
I hear rustling in the bushes. Out of them came a pair of
fennec foxes.They hopped and skipped round, unaware of our presence. They looked so joyful and so happy. They easily put a smile on my face. We went back to the hotel to prepare sandwiches and flasks of hot chocolate. For tonight, we were going to find the hyenas.
Marc woke me up at about one o'clock in the morning. We took a Jeep out to the oasis. I heard screams, whoops and hight pitched excited cackles. Then we saw the hyenas. Marc told me that they were more closely related to cats than dogs. This particular clan was used to humans watching them, and many approached the vehicle with curious eyes. I snapped a
quick photo of a young male.We watched them until the early hours of the morning.
Then suddenly they all stopped, crouched and started to
stalk. I then saw what they were hunting. There was nothing I could do to save the pair of fennec foxes; the same ones that had brought such joy to me. The hunt was on! One fox managed to escape but the other was caught and killed.:
: In all of the horror, I managed to take a
picture.