The hyena pack

Baobab starlight

My friend and I were at the bottom of the dung pile when it came to hierarchical importance, which suited me fine. I had already fully accepted that I was not a leader of men or women, and I didn’t want to be either. We tagged along at the back of the hyena pack where it was more exciting. We had the chance to stand alone in the dark with the safety net of being able to run and catch up with the rest of the pack should things get a bit scary; which they sometimes did. I would never have gone into the bush at night on my own. Not because of a worry that alien fear might attack me, but because in a darkness of melting perspective and shifting boundaries, my own fear would start to malfunction and set off a false alarm.

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