Buff-a-low

As Terra approaches the tall, purple male, she feels her ears slick back in worry. He is tall, heavy, horned… and scary. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea. However, her mouth is already open and offering to run. A nervous smile is added and she feels his eyes searching her, assessing, and weighing his options. Unconsciously, she puffs out her chest slightly even as uncertainty tugs at her features. Finally, he speaks and she releases the breath that she had unknowingly been holding.

Emerald gaze trails down the hill to where the valley dipped and listens to his instructions. With a nod of her head, the earthen girl acknowledges the plan and the huge male is off without another word. Laying in the tall grass, Terra begins to count while steadying her nerves for the race ahead. Time seems to tick by painfully slow, each second charged with worry and excitement. When she reaches twenty-five, the girl slowly lifts her body, staying crouched and coiling her muscles in preparation.

Twenty-nine, the world seems to still as her focus zeros in on the calf. Thirty. Long legs push Terra forward in an explosive burst of speed, sending her earthen form rocket toward the herd. An alert is sounded and the buffalo turn to flee but she is already there, already separating the calf from its herd. In the chaos, she is able to avoid being trampled, struck, or killed all while getting the calf away from the dangerous herd. They race toward where the purple male hides, the girl’s long legs helping her easily keep pace with the calf.


"Terra Qilaq"