Bison Biscuits

Kotori lay on the hill watching the buffalo below.  The seemingly passive giants chewed on the fresh grass, occasionally one would move a few paces but for the most part, they were like large statues when viewed at a distance.  Did he need one?  No.  For a time he acknowledged the reality of no large pack to feed.  The hunt would be fun though and challenging.  An adult alone would be ridiculous but separating a younger one from the group and killing it was possible perhaps.

Kotori crept closer to the herd, gaze flicking amongst the lot as he decided on a preferred target.  A foolish young one had apparently failed to stay next to mom.  It had moved just a few strides past the herd, not far apart at all but it wasn’t tucked into the protective folds which left it vulnerable.

"Kotori Fatalis"