They silently circled the small clearing, keeping to the cover of the forest. Now they were on opposite sides of Jackal and entered the dry weeds. Softly. Quietly. Keeping as flat to the ground as the dry, dusty rocks, they inched toward their ancient enemy, each moving only when he turned his attention to gloat to Mother or frighten the kittens. As they neared the Jackal, Mother’s crouching posture changed just slightly, subtlety. She knew they were there! She couldn’t smell them because they had wisely placed themselves down wind of the enemy, but she could just barely see her bright and beautiful children in the bright sunlight of the field!
pang ilalim ang takpan ng a dahon, Sunshine at sinag ng buwan lookers-on at bawa't isa iba at lipas a ibukod diwa sa pagitan kanila. “Mothers’ liksiyon!” sila nang walang ingay lumigid ang maliit magliwanag, pag-iingat sa ang takpan ng ang gubat. ngayon sila were sa kabaligtaran panigan ng buriko at pumasok ang patuyuin alisan ng sukal na damo. dahan-dahan patahimikin pag-iingat gaya aksesorya sa ang sumayad gaya ang patuyuin, maalikabok iugoy, sila dali sa kanila matanda kaaway, bawa't isa sine tangi kailan siya singkamas kanya pansin sa gloat sa Mother o takutin ang kuting. gaya sila lumapit ang buriko, Mothers’ yumuko ayos ng buong katawan palitan makatarungan matahin, pino. siya knew sila were diyan! siya couldnt’ amuyin kanila sapagka't sila had marunong pook ang kanilang sarili itumba hangin ng ang kaaway, datapuwa't siya could makatarungan bahagya na makita niya maliwanag at maganda mga bata di ang maliwanag liwanag ng araw ng ang bukid!