Bison Burgers Anyone?

The day is warm but in a pleasant way. Tove has lived through the harshest winters and hottest summers, so for it to be ‘pleasant’ seems like a rare and strange phenomenon. However, with the nice weather comes an abundance of prey animals. The older woman scents the air again, making sure she does not lose track of the small herd of bison she has been tracking.

A gentle breeze brings their unmistakable smell to her nostrils and Tove cannot help but smile. If she can take down a young one, there will be plenty of meat to take back to the pack to help fill the stores for the upcoming party. She is careful as she stalks after them, staying downwind and scenting the air often.

Tove comes upon the herd in an open area where crumbling stone pillars stick out of the ground like broken teeth. Hunkering down in some tall grass, the wolf’s duel-toned eyes scan the group, picking out several young bison. Now she just needs to figure out how to bring one down by herself…


"Tove Baade"