The Bisontennial.

Melanth and Helonia were engrossed in a deep debate. Both wanted to do this hunt alone; yet, neither wished to give up the front seat. Their internal squabble was unknown to the rest of the hunting group as she did not ever display any sign. Only the shifting of eyes moved quite swiftly from left to right. Though, still seeing everything around them as they moved. Taking brief note of the single lone Bison print in the snow. Something far too rare to pass up. Was it injured? An elder? Or, had it merely gotten lost from the herd? Either way, they both came to an agreement that Mel would take the lead on this. Hel couldn't deny that she had not done so bad the last hunt before. Having taken a moment while the others rested to bathe in Elk's blood. It was why she looked more pink than white. Even though it was slowly fading over time, Mel dared not keep herself filthy like that of Helonia. She was a lady all and all. Despite the hellhound of a voice in her head.

Nose flared against the harsh cold. Condensed smoke left its nostrils as she inhaled deeply to test the surrounding area. The bison alone was not that far off. But, still a bit of distance from where they stood. Her blood bumped with eagerness. Moving pass the two males to stand beside Rakia. For a moment she took in the two beasts with a glint in her eye. She'd been traveling with them through these lands and had not really paid attention to how well they looked. How yummy..
"Helonia"~~"Melanth"