Hoshor Plains Age of Ascension

Zoratto spent the day conserving his energy. It was a nigh impossible feat, however, for his excitement rolled off his body in nearly perceptible waves. He stretched his limbs soon after he was awoken, taking his time to join the khalas as they herded the bison he had to face. The red-masked wolf snorted in approval when he saw the creature. It was a bull, of course, but it was large and strong, more magnificent than the first bison the khalas had pulled down. He licked his lips as he walked towards the circle, seeing the wolves gathered. He had to do them proud.

Taking a deep breath, the wolf strode into the circle, subtly bumping shoulders with Azzaro as he did, but kept his eyes on the target. The bull. The lanky wolf circled it, pale eyes raking over its body, looking for any noticeable weak points. It was hard to see with the unsettled dust billowing in clouds from the bull's hooves, leading Zoratto to move in closer. When he was satisfied with his inspection, he barked, a deep noise from the depths of his chest, and ran forward, snapping his jaws in the bull's face before dancing away, gracefully. He trained long and hard for this day, barely tapping into his stamina wells.

The bluff worked, bringing the bull's attention on him. The bison snorted with rage and ran towards him. Zoratto waited for the right moment, his pale eyes narrowed as the bull came closer and closer and closer, before he jumped away at the last minute, leaving the bull dazed from his failed charge. Taking advantage of the dust cloud that had formed, Zoratto snuck his way to the bull's rear and bit his leg at the joint, sinking in to the ends of his teeth before he jumped away again. This was a dance he could keep up with all day.