[PreggySergal]

Anjuste looked out over in the savanna, into the tall grass that his cinnamon brown fur tended to blend into. He had a simple spear in hand, with its tip made of a very strong ceramic stone. His turquoise eyes watched carefully at a beast that lurked in the brush. With a hooting cry, the sergal charged at it, hurling his spear and hitting his mark. The beast was felled, the spear lodged in its throat. He went over to his kill and hoisted it up, lugging it back to camp.

Anjuste was one of many sergals that belonged to a primitive, savanna-roaming nomad society. They had temporarily set up a camp in a clearing. They would be staying in this area for many months. Not only was it where there was a large game trail in this season, this was also the time of the year the egg bearing members of their tribe laid theiir eggs and incubated them in their nests, thus forcing them into one place so the young could hatch after incubating. Otherwise, they could not move around with many incubating members of the tribe without risking the danger of predators that roamed the tall grass that were able to take out a sergal if they were on the move. He flopped the fresh carcass in his hut, awaiting for his other half to make themselves known.