your beat's too obvious

Aresenn emerged from the shadowy pines, his gaze hardening on the lumbering outline of the aged ox. He'd heard Riot's call and had come speeding, the thrill of the hunt already singing in his veins. New territory, new rules, but one thing that didn't change was the thrill of the chase. As he neared Riot and Kaino, he nodded in affirmation, a silent promise of their shared intent.

His eyes locked onto the same creature that his companions had singled out. The beast’s limping gait seemed like an unspoken invitation to him—an invitation to test his prowess against Nature herself. The challenge was irresistible and he squared his shoulders, his breath turning to mist in the harsh winter air.

"Ready when you are," Aresenn murmured, his tone as steady as the gaze he held trained on the musk ox.

"Aresenn Praetor"