Bye Son

Alastor was so happy that Manea entertained his insane flights of fancy, giving him little more than a skeptical look in the way of doubt, and then following him out to his hunt. Once he explained what he wanted to do, she seemed much more on board with his plans. His violet galaxy offered to take the role of leading the bulls away while he picked off a calf and Alastor had no qualms with that. She was faster and more agile than he was anyway, and would be better suited for avoiding the horns of the bulls while he'd do his best to wrangle a tender nugget of oxen. "Then let's begin, my queen! I'll head down to the right, you head left. We'll split their attention, then you get them stampeding." Alastor turned to head off—then paused. This was going to be their most dangerous hunt to date, and though he had no doubts in Manea's skills, a pang of worry still hit his heart. "And please, be careful, my love," he replied and gave her a quick kiss for good luck.

Alastor then split off from his mate, gliding with an unexpected grace down the hill and circling right around the herd of bison, using just the grasses to mask his presence. The herbivores were large and dumb, and had very few predators to speak of, so they felt safe. Boy, how wrong they were. The dark-furred brute managed to circle in closer to the herd without being detected, settling in with his muscles coiled and ready to spring forth once the herd started moving. When he saw which direction they'd start running, he'd know how to react. Manea would keep the more dangerous bulls distracted for him. He would have to secure their meat. Now it was all up to his incredible wife...


"Alastor"