A Yak of All Trades.

The snow yielded beneath their paws as they closed in on their prey. Each step was a silent declaration of their intent, the anticipation of the hunt heightening with every heartbeat. He could sense the primal energy coursing through the group, a blur of movement against the white landscape. And suddenly, Rakia was lurching forward. Beginning their pursuit. The fleeing yak was desperate, its body trudging through the snow as it fought to run away. The thrill of the chase ignited a fierce fire within Aristaios, driving him onward as they closed the distance. His lips peeling back to reveal a vicious grin as he howled, egging on their prey’s panic.


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