Wapun Meadow Although it's so romantic on the borderline tonight

quick rala post !

nanuralaaq moves with calculated pawsteps, eyes sharp, keeping watch of the bison that dare to flee, to run. sharp snarls rattle from her throat as one threatened to bolt, and she notices, for a moment, tvar assuming the rex's side, weary that something may have happened ; that he may have been close to injury.

rala focused, now, on the isolated pair. tail thrashed behind her, awaiting the moment that she may be granted the opportunity to sink her teeth into their brown pelts.

Alrighty! Wee bit late on this’n but here we go, time to bring ‘em down! Next round ends on the 20th.

Ameline felt her heart harden as if it had been squeezed when Athella made the move to cut off the fleeing bison’s path. All it would take, the knew, was one strike- one kick, one toss of the animal’s horns, one stamp of a hoof to cut her daughter down. But all predators had tests to pass- and this was hers. 

Ameline let out a proud whoop as her daughter steered the beast back to are its companion. Cut off now from the retreating herds, the two bison pressed together, blinking and bellowing in fear as they were circled by wolves.

Now clear of interruption from the other bison, she summoned back her husband and the rest who had sent the rest of the bison scattering for the safety of the woods. Now came the time to kill- and two animals had been selected for slaughter. 

Ameline dove forward to split the beasts apart, though they were slow and reluctant to part. One dipped its head low as it spun and circled, missing her flank by mere inches. She passed between them, and reached for the more timid of the two with snapping jaws. Forcing her away from her herd mate, and toward her awaiting packmates.

he laughed aloud at tvar's words, but the man was right, and ancelin meant to be more careful. athella! she had done so well, and her father looked happily to catch her eye.
ameline was darting forward again, and ancelin dove to take the first bite from the animal which careered their way, a slash across one shoulder that immediately welled with deep blood.
bellowing split the sky; the bison charged him with lowered head and ancelin stood his ground, a challenging bark echoing in defiant response.
at the last moment he lunged aside, whirling to rip one ear until it hung in tatters.