THE HUNTER’S SON

The dusty path wound down to the river.

The horses were thirsty…

So the hunter and his son followed its winding trail. 

When they got there, the horses gratefully drank from life giving elixir; the water quenched their thirst but also their souls, revitalising their spirit for the next part of the journey. The hunter and his son loved and appreciated the loyal steeds that carried them across the plains of the land, as much as they respected the animals they hunted. All life was sacred to them, which was why they didn’t waste any part of the creatures they killed. Every part of the animal was blessed…

From fur to flesh.