Bison Burgers Anyone?

Tove is so focused on making a plan that she misses the approach of Kichi. A small smile appears as he settles into the grass next to her, duel-toned eyes easily sliding over to the younger male. He offers to separate him again and she bobs her head in thought before looking back toward the herd. Yes, that might work but Kichi has more heft to him then the scarred woman. When the time comes it would be best for him to deliver the killing blow.

Looking back to the gray male, Tove speaks softly so her rough tones don’t carry too far and says, “That sounds good. I’ll chase it toward that area where the stones make a natural funnel. You take the killing blow when I get it down. Good?” She winces, her throat hurting from saying so much but it is necessary for the plan. Once Kichi signals he is good with the plan, Tove returns her attention to the herd and slowly moves forward.

A pointed glance is all the warning Kichi gets before Tove is off and racing. She moves to separate the young bison closest to the area the scarred woman had pointed out, carefully steering it away from the adults as she runs.


"Tove Baade"