January 18, 2020, 09:49 AM
Ever since he began planning to leave the Haunt, Black Hat had his eyes on the mesa and its lion head mountain. Having just departed hours ago, he found himself in the midst of a barren grassy expanse. Snow lightly drifted down from the clouds to coat the dry plains in a thin white sheet.
He noticed a small herd of ungulates in the distance, though he couldn't recognize the species from here. They were sandy in color with snow white underbellies and strange pronged horns. He decided he'd simply call them "pronghorns" for simplicity's sake. Their fawns caught his attention, aged but still clearly young and vulnerable. He stalked closer, though he'd observe their behavior from a distance before striking.
He noticed a small herd of ungulates in the distance, though he couldn't recognize the species from here. They were sandy in color with snow white underbellies and strange pronged horns. He decided he'd simply call them "pronghorns" for simplicity's sake. Their fawns caught his attention, aged but still clearly young and vulnerable. He stalked closer, though he'd observe their behavior from a distance before striking.