Born to Run

Lucretia was right behind him, and though he worried for her as she spoke softly to their new comrades he was heartened that she was well aware of her limits. He was sure that she was overdoing it, but at least she didn’t go too far. Bourbon didn’t miss the look the large male gave him, but mentally he shrugged it off. His teeth still worked. Éldi was his name, and he accepted their help with grace and got right into the plan. The two girls would do their work to separate mother from calf while he and the huge man came in and finished the hunt.

Bourbon nodded in acceptance. Sounded like the best plan. ”I’m Bourbon.” He nodded to the both of them before looking to Lucretia. ”We’d like the other part of the pelt.” Musk Ox had some of the warmest wool in existence, it would definitely be an asset to the pups that would be born soon.

Aerndis was quick to set off, and Bourbon encouraged his mate onward. He would hang back with Éldi while the women got the herd moving.