Buffalo Gals Won't Ya Come Out Tonight [Jay]

Tarnish skirted around the pack lands toward the knolls. With the coming of summer came new hunting opportunities. Being young it was it first time observing the various prey that summer would offer. Worc had seen a large herd of buffalo and a number of the cows had young calves with them. According to the crow the cows often had calves in late spring, sometimes early summer. This sounded like an opportunity to him! Were the odds great of him taking a calf down? Not really. He knew that, but he was a raider and he was going to try regardless of the risks. Tarnish slunk through the tall grass, around the border of Avalon. He'd only recently learned the name of the pack but he had no interest in crossing the border or pestering them. He didn't care for the taste of sheep and he was far more interested in hunting wild game. He wanted to become a great and mighty hunter and domestic prey simply would not do. A buffalo though? Perfect, a great challenge. If he could succeed and bring back part of the calf he was certain to impress his parents and maaaybe his siblings. Ok, so they would probably pretend it was nothing special but they'd secretly be impressed he just knew it!

A gentle caw caught his attention and Worc slowly flew down before landing next to him. Up ahead there was a large herd of bison, a number of the cows had calves, but which one? His eyes scanned the herd til Worc hopped up closer and whispered in his ear. His companion directed him to a mother and calf pair near a clump of sage brush. The cow seemed out of it, slow in her movements, possibly sick or possibly dealing with a side effect of the birth. The calf was young, still bearing its ruddy colored coat, far to young to out pace a wolf. He knew the mothering instinct of the bison was strong, however, even if they were weak. This was a risky prospect. The question now was how to succeed without getting gored.

WC: 355/1500


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