For several consecutive days, the predator repeatedly triggered those annoying harassment traps on the perimeter.
The horror of spikes suddenly springing from underfoot, the sharp pain of a snare snapping shut beside the leg.
Though causing only insignificant superficial wounds, it ignited the overwhelming, uncontrollable primal rage within its chest.
The deafening crash of weights smashing to the ground... these crude and irritating provocations were like gasoline on a fire, driving it into a hysterical frenzy.
It frantically tore at the trap remnants, its thunderous roar filled with a desire for destruction nearly overturned the entire forest, startling countless birds.
At the peak of its fury, its extraordinarily keen sense of smell precisely caught the exceptionally delicious and enticing aroma emanating from the specially prepared wild boar.
A prey so obvious, vivid, and audaciously trespassing into its realm of rage, leaving marks of taunting!
