what's so cool about buffalo, anyways?

Azure was lost in thought watching the oversized creatures graze, enough so that when the small woman bounded up alongside him he damn near flinched. He scrutinised her quietly while she spoke - half offended that this nobody could dare to approach him this way, like she was his friend or something - but in the end marked the disrespect down to youth. She looked similar in age to his own children, and if his experience with his daughters had taught him anything, they were often ignorant to the way to treat their superiors.

"No." He gave back curtly, his gaze flickering between the not-so-distant buffalo and the yearling at his side. The teasing had passed over his head entirely - it was rare a wolf attempted to be any form of playful with the Fatalis Champion. "These creatures need much more than one wolf to take down, even I would not dare to try. Hunting is as much strategy as it is skill or effort - my pack is northern, even if I were to fell one it would be too much effort to drag it home. If I got injured in attempting it, my pack would be less protected while I recovered." His tone had naturally shifted from his usual touch of annoyance into one of a patient lecturer, likely a habit ingrained from raising his own impressionable yearlings and ensuring that any stupid ideas they had were quickly squashed.

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