Stone Circle This is what we eat

The eldest heard as Newt and his mother called out to him, but his mind was already set...that is until he saw the aggression in the bison mothers eyes as she stomped towards him.

West put on the breaks skidding with a newfound fear as he fell and scrambled to his feet. With the noise of the stomping hooves he hadn’t even noticed Valette hurrying towards him or nudging him towards the stones until he felt the rough yank upon his scruff.

Lucky enough to be in his mother’s care, Valette took them out of harms way until she fell causing the round boy to hit the ground hard with a yelp of his own. The boy was fine aside from the initial shock but his mom? West was quick to his paws as he slowly approached with ears back, Ma— the young boy was quickly cut off as Valette demanded he returned to his siblings, the hard nip causing another yelp as he ran up the hill with his tail between his legs.

He could hear the ferocity and aggression behind him, not completely aware of everything just risked, but he knew enough. He had messed up big time. It took some time for Valette to climb back up to them but as soon as she made it he noticed the limping. West sunk down as he took a few steps back from his siblings. His ears remained flat showing he learned his lesson as he nervously licked his lips. 

Once he was aware of his mother’s stare burning down on him, the usually sunny boy avoided eye contact only glancing up briefly before shying his gaze away once more. I didn’t— f-food not a loud whine escaped him as he looked for the right words. I’m sorry... he looked close to crying and he slowly skirted closer. She was injured because of him! He wanted to make things better but how was he to do that? He got in scuffs all the time with his siblings but nothing was ever serious. Could he just lick it better?