The Ukrainian hunter knelt at the Red Deer’s snow tracks. Next to the deer’s prints, he saw another set of tracks follow the Red Deer.
‘Lynx.’ thought the hunter. The hunter pressed on, hoping that he could get to the Red Deer before the Lynx could.
He got to the Red Deer with its throat ripped, dying. The Ukrainian looked for the Lynx, but nowhere to be seen.
As the hunter went for the Red Deer’s meat, he heard a growl coming from a near-by bush.
The hunter turned his gun toward the Lynx as it leap toward the Ukrainian.