Bison Babes [Quick Pack Hunt-Bison Burger, Everyone!]

Regulus trotted lightly over the plains, tail floating lightly at the level of his spine, following the tracks of a young bison that had wandered from the herds as it passed through the plains through the openings in the wall that had been growing since the meeting.

From how deep the tracks on the left side of this beast’s traces, he guessed it was injured in some way. Perhaps heavily bruised in a spot of roughhousing and sparring with other young bison, or perhaps a happy run had turned to pain, and the bison had broken through a ground squirrel burrow close under the ground and twisted or broken a leg.

Despite the painful events that had transpired, what with Marina, Creed’s death, Valor’s close call with death… he was happy. He had a consort, a mate. He wished his mother could have been there to see them, and the announcement. But perhaps she was watching over them all and already knew. He hoped his grandmother knew and approved, as well. No doubt she would have, since she was a healer of great skill.

A soft sigh escaped him, then he stopped as he spotted a brown form up ahead. The young bison cow was foolishly alone, though in all likelihood, she’d been unable to keep up. She was certainly in pain, and he could see the wrongness of the twist in her right foreleg, the lower half dangling uselessly at the knee. He regarded her shrewdly from a distance, then turned and sang a hunting call to the pack.

Just because she was tired and injured didn’t make the cow any less dangerous.