Hoshor Plains Hunting Horns

Tomahawk watched from afar, muscles tense as she saw the demise of the great bison. It was a beautiful thing, really, and she smiled for a moment at it. And in an instant, it was all over. Rakharo called for them all, though Tomahawk took her time getting to the feast. She would, of course, eat last. But she had not expected to get anything at all, so last was better than the alternative. When she finally dove in, there was little left aside from scraps and bones, but she gnawed on what she could scavenge.