His buzzard brought word of the rumors. Rumors of prey animals in the north acting bizarrely, digging frantically at the earth. After the tremors and the strange spires he couldn't stop himself from investigating further. The distinct smell of musk ox caught his attention and he traced it to a herd. A large male musk ox was digging frantically, its motions reeking of a kind of desertion that lead it to slamming its face into the ground. Horns dug up clumps of dirt. What strange madness was gripping this land?
He spied a small female charging for the musk ox alone. Was she mad as well? Coran swiftly joined in, his legs rapidly eating up the distance. "Please, let me assist," he called to her before shifting course and charging for the rear of the ox. He snapped and snarled, ducking as the ox kicked back sharply, the rest of the herd scattering in the confusion.
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