Ain’t That Some Bull

Hard headed. That’s what this male was.

Khranbari couldn’t stand remaining stagnant with absolutely nothing to do. Winter was gone and Spring had arrived. The storages needed to be refilled. A scent of fresh prey clung heavily to the newly warm air. Nose pointed to the sky in a sharp intake of breath. Its presence quite overwhelming; yet, shot a burst of adrenaline through his veins. He was ready for the hunt to come. Especially this one.

Ears could hear the calls of migrating elk returning from the mountains. With grass sprouting effortlessly around the south, he’d traveled a ways away from Valta lands to follow their paths. It didn’t take long to catch up with them. Their light brown coats glistening under the sun. Who’s rays shown bright. Nearly blinding to the point where he could not help but pant against its hard gaze.

This not deter him from the task at hand. Fore in front of the entire herd stood a large male bull. Clearly in his prime as he sported muscles that pulled taunt against his skin. Large, sharp tipped antlers sitting perfectly atop of his head. Not a single scratch or mark on them visible. Khranbari smirked at the opportunity to take down such a prize.

His monochromatic coat easily hidden amongst the shadowed forest. Boarding the open space ahead of him. He had not yet been spotted. Thankfully his scent wafted in another direction. Instead of t’wards the herd grazing comfortably. Unknowing of the danger that lurked in the darkness.

"Khranbari Chah Fao"