Sheepeater Cliff hate or glory

A scent carried on the wind distracted them both, and Rhanno followed the other's gaze towards a herd that lingered in a field below them. He squinted as he made out the dark shapes, and let out a disappointed breath of air through his nostrils. They were not bison. He had grown sick of the taste of deer and rabbit — easy as they were to hunt compared to the beasts of the plains, they hadn't the satisfying taste that he had lived on for so many years.

Nevertheless, the dark female's wordless invitation was met with a nod of his own and he moved to follow her, eager to see a fellow warrior in action.