Or rather just one jackal but Vrasku could easily count as two jackals in the right light. Any light really. All thanks to a few weeks of un precidented gorging and feasting while scavenging the plains.
At least until last week when the pride of lions in the area moved on. There is hardly any kills fresh or old left to pick over and the jackal's life of ease has left him unfit for hunting.
It was a bitter irony Vrasku realized that he was in real danger of starving to death because he was a glutton.
Tail set low and belly fat but grumbling for food Vrasku pauses at the enterence to the jungle and gulps. It was not a place for little jackals such as he but he was getting desperate.
Closing his eyes to center himself the jackal takes his first step into the jungle.