This Race is Nothing New

Birna settled on the wall to watch the caribou moving through the territory. They seemed to be heading north and she scanned the herd searching for a younger animal that could be taken down. Even a young one would be tricky for her. Birna relied on stealth, ambush, and out-maneuvering her prey on treacherous terrain. Running down prey on open terrain was not going to be easy. Her keen eyes spied some young caribou bounding through the grass near the back of the herd. Only a season old or so. They would have to do. She needed food and in this strange land she'd have to take what she could get.


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