The Bisontennial.

Rakia could sense the anticipation rising, the air electric with the palpable thrill of the hunt. She moved steadily, an orchestrated dance against the snowy canvas. Her gaze focused on their target, a single bison meandering further than it should have dared. She felt her adrenaline spike at the sight of it, large and solitary in the sea of white. The grey toned fae's muzzle twitched as she picked up its earthy scent laced with frost. They were close now, she could feel it. As the others followed her trail, her confidence swelled, her heart pounded in time with the rhythm of their steps. She sensed their unity, their shared purpose creating an intangible bond between them.

As they drew closer, Rakia crouched lower to the ground, her movements becoming a quiet slither through the snow. Every twitch, every sound, every breath counted now. The bison was oblivious to their presence, its attention fixed on scratching through the frost-covered earth for meager sustenance. Rakia watched it for signs of alarm, but there were none; the creature was too focused on survival, too desperate in its hunger to sense the danger that stalked it.

"Rakia Perreau"