Bye, Son.

The woman's words caused Mochi to miss a step, and she considered her more closely. The crystals and the teeth, could this be Fuji's mother? Though she was so large and Fuji so small, and she didn't have any of the healers markings? It would have to wait for another time.

When the dark coated woman stepped forward, Mochi crouched, mirroring her movements but angling her body to come alongside the bison's left flank. For all that it had turned, it seemed to be surveying the countryside with consideration, perhaps wise to their motives... It was time to get this moving along.

She bit towards the giant creatures hip, noting the sores that seemed to spread along its flanks, bulbous lumps beneath the skin on its flanks before they disappeared beneath the thick ruff of fur. She wasn't sure she wanted to get it's blood on her teeth, but this was hunting, and she knew what was needed.

Her growls and snaps helped to get the creature moving at last, towards the small rise where it's demise would lay in wait.

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