Thunder On The Ground

Roan ran hard but he stayed out of reach of any of the bison and their deadly horns. He knew very well, too well, that one wrong move could mean certain death. Roan was not ready to die, not anymore. Not when he’d been given so much to live for. He continued to run, to harry the beasts until he saw the opening. He was there with Éldi as the bison was brought to its knees. the faster they could end its life the less danger he and their hunting party would be in.

The silver marked mammoth moved in quickly, his huge black form barely registering as the bison panicked and tried to bring itself back onto its feet. It was exhausted, and its lungs were shot. They filled with fluid and the creature would not rise again even if the wolves were not upon him. Roan moved in, and like the skilled killer that he was, made quick work of the giant of an animal and the four of them were rewarded for their effort. The bison was dead.