I swear by my pretty floral bonnet

*Angelus* · (This post was last modified: 12-28-2015, 10:57 PM by Angelus.)

Today they were going to count bison. With winter in full swing and the pack nearing capacity his dad was anxious to see how the herd was doing, which meant checking and rechecking their numbers and following their movements closely. They were supposed to pay special attention to the cows. The herd was a fairly large one, but with so many wolves to feed its numbers were slowly beginning to drop. His dad had specifically requested that he try to get a feel for how many of the cows were pregnant as well as the general health of the herd.

Angelus barked to grab Takira's attention and call her to him. Although he was well within earshot of the herd the brute wasn't worried that he would startle them. The bison were used to the presence of wolves and while wary, they tolerated individuals who didn't appear to be hunting. Angel was careful to remain nonchalant - the last thing he wanted to do was accidentally start a stampede - but he made no effort to conceal his presence.

With his attention casually fixed on the herd gathered around a bend in the Rio Grande Angelus waited for the arrival of his slave atop a sun-warmed rock. He wasn't quite sure what to make of her yet and he felt like they stood on a precipice; whether they were on the edge of understanding or a fight he had no idea. Perhaps this simple task would shed some light on the subject.

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