100% Grass-fed
10-25-2020, 11:43 AM
Halla assessed the younger bison, watching as he rolled back onto his feet. The herd was moving across the prairie now and he was beginning to fall behind, limping as he sought to keep up. Her ears twitched, flicking back at the sound of movement and she turned to see the horned wolf she'd hunted with before. Ah excellent. She nodded in greeting and also in acceptance, assuming he wished to hunt with them again. There was plenty of meat to go around. Halla and Wyndelin hunted for sustenance, seeking to fill their bellies and Halla was interested in at least one of the horns and a few ribs. The horned man was not the only one to spy their little hunting party. A huge male with saber teeth approached, asking to join in. She nodded and replied in a low voice. "Yes, we could use more muscle for this hunt. There's a young bull near the back of the herd. He's injured. I believe we should be able to run him down. Whoever is able should go for the kill shot." Sweet, simple, flexible. That was how she liked her hunts. She looked to Wyndelin and nodded. As the lightest and the fastest she wanted him to get things started before she swiftly followed behind. "Talk" |