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He was met with a friendly smile and the male was quick to get to the point, telling him that he was interested in hunting a herd of bison in the northern plains. Drachen nodded as the male gave his name and committed it to memory before falling into step with Dómari as the hunter led him to the location of the bison. Drachen quickly and seamlessly followed suit when Dómari crouched down and settled into the frozen grass beside the grey toned male. Oceanic blue eyes scanned the herd swiftly to look for any weak individuals before landing on the calf that the other male pointed out. It had to been only minutes old, its fur still wet and steaming in the frigid air as its mother stood over it and tried to lick it clean. The female bison looked older, her muscle tone on the thinner side that came with the beginning of old age and the calf was still not up of its feet yet. It would be an easy kill. "Yes, looks like the calf still hasn't found its feet, I can kill it quickly with the mother out of the way..." he replied, his deep voice hushed, his blue eyes flicking to his hunting partner for a brief moment before settling on his target. Already his heart was beating faster as adrenaline started to course through his veins at the anticipation of the hunt. Silently, almost feline like, he shifted his weight and legs so that he was prepared to quickly launch forward towards their target. Drachen then gave the subtlest of nods with his tan snout to signal that he was ready to begin whenever Dómari was.