The Bisontennial.

Aristaios and his group finally located the bison, their collective excitement thick in the crisp air. As one of the females began the hunt, Aristaios swiftly got into position, his muscles tensing in anticipation. The bison, unaware of their presence, grazed peacefully, its massive form a powerful target amongst the snow and frost.

The chase commenced. Aristaios unleashed his full speed, his agile form darting across the snow-covered landscape with grace and precision. The thrill of the hunt surged through him as he closed the distance between himself and the bison, his focus unwavering. His breath came in willowy puffs.

As the bison realized the danger and began to flee, Aristaios felt a surge of adrenaline. Prey drive. His instincts took over, guiding his every move as he pursued the massive beast. With each stride, he drew closer to his quarry, alongside the others.



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