Beef. It's What's For Dinner!

*Wyndelin* · 08-29-2020, 11:18 AM

Wyndelin stalked quietly after Halla as they tracked the injured bison. In his mind it was more of an exercise in tracking. He didn't expect them to engage in an active hunt after the bison unless the injury was significant enough to render the bison very weak. Accidentally getting stepped on could be fatal. He settled down next to Halla, following her gaze as the smell of blood and illness met his nostrils. He looked at her then back at the bison. He saw the target but was it really wise to try and hunt this creature? True, it was injured but Wyndelin was skeptical the wound was serious enough to warrant a try.

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