Rawhide [PACK HUNT!]
12-06-2017, 07:43 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-06-2017, 07:43 PM by Lark.)
Hunts were always good at getting his mind off things. Abaven, once a thriving kingdom, was now.. much smaller, and much less impressive. The only one he blamed for it was his father, but it didn't stop him from feeling a bit down sometimes. At least now, he was free of those pesky thoughts, the adrenaline coursing through his veins essentially eliminating anything but the concerns of the moment. Which were mostly taking down the bison and making sure they all made it out of this hunt alive.. and relatively unharmed. He was grateful when their target moved as they'd anticipated it might, separating from the rest so they could focus it down. Brandr pressed in on the beast's left side, pushing up to grab at its shoulder, while Lark continued to nip at its hind legs the best he could. He wanted to keep pressure on it, but not so much that it sent the bull tumbling over onto Brandr - now that would be a sure death sentence and a damn awful way to end their hunt. Instead he followed his packmate's lead and leaned up to also latch on higher up on the bison's flank, hoping it would help bring the beast down. |
(sorry, just wanted to get something here even if it's not great ._.)
