He trotted across the plains, eyes scanning the herds through the late evening gloom. The unusual seasons weather had been hard on the prey animals, but he thought just maybe, if they had enough warm days, the toughest might make it through winter if nothing else happened.
Cai snorted softly, shaking his head. Something would happen, it always did. For now, he had one or two less than healthy bison in mind that he’d spotted. Best to cull them and leave what graze remained to the stronger animals.
Chrystaloria drifted to land on his armor-clad back, and he paused to look over his shoulder at his friend. She clicked her beak and said softly, “The two you mentioned are on the northwest edge of the herd. One looks worse than the other since yesterday.”
Cairo nodded, murmuring, “Thanks Chrys” before tipping his muzzle to the sky and howling for the hunters of the pack, tone suggesting that the hunt was for a larger prey animal.
As he sat to wait for the others, he examined the sharpened bear claws on his bracers, nodding in satisfaction that they hadn’t dulled too much. Then his eyes lifted to scan the plains again.
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