Memories that haunt us like ghosts

Oath's mind flickered with fragmented memories of his family as Azriel spoke, each one like a fleeting shadow in the night. He often wondered if the faces he recalled were real or mere figments of his imagination. The warmth of his mother's presence, the laughter of his siblings - these recollections seemed distant, almost dreamlike. Did they survive the chaos? The uncertainty gnawed at him with Azriel's words, but he was stubborn.. as was his hope.

His lighthearted demeanor shifted instantly as Azriel let out a warning growl. Oath's eyes, once filled with mischief, now burned with intensity as he faced the charging buffalo. The beast's dark form was a stark silhouette against the moonlit shore, its curved horns promising danger.

Oath moved with practiced grace, sidestepping the buffalo's initial charge. His mind raced, calculating the best approach for bringing the beast down. With a swift leap, Oath aimed for the buffalo's flank as it passed him. His jaws clamped down hard on its hide, feeling the resistance of the thick fur and muscle. The taste of salt and earth filled his mouth, a reminder of the raw power they were up against.

"Az, flank it!" he barked, his voice a mix of urgency and command. They needed to work together, their combined strength the key to overcoming such a large foe and just the two of them.

[ 1/3 Fought a large opponent (Buffalo) ]