Stone Circle We survived the Famine!

:3c so much is happening in this thread sorry for the essay LOL

It didn't take long, at least it didn't feel long for one of the beasts to be separated from the heard. Valette called for him, and the boy was quick to turn after her as they chased after the straggling wanderer. It wouldn't be long until more of the pack began to close in on their prey while the rest distracted the heard. His mother instructed him through labored breaths as they chased, his own tongue hanging from his maw.

Valette told him to grab hold of the beast's throat and not let go, surely it couldn't be that hard right? Yet the daunting task posed a threat even to him. He was big, but these things were still bigger, and he had already experienced the wrath of a bison at his tail. Yet West still charged forward, his long legs working to match the bison's pace as others nipped and gripped the creature's sides and legs. At this point, the thundering sound of hooves and blood pumping through his ears was all he could hear aside from his mother's booming call to move.

In the heat of the moment, he failed to notice his mother straggling behind, soon left in the snow as they raced on. Taking a few powerful strides, the woodland boy moved close only to find the large horn swinging towards himself. West shoved his paws into the ground barely missing the full blow as he skidded forwards. Sharp pain sliced just above his eye, but the young boy's attention was too focused on the task at hand to really pay attention to it. Perhaps someone else would notice the red that dotted the white before them, but he had already picked up his pace to rematch the bison's stride.

This time he was more warry of the massive head that swung in an attempt to ward him off, but he refused to be stopped by the horns again, now taking a final step to lunge at the beast's throat. His teeth latched into the skin drawing a deafening cry as the bison tried to shake him. He soon found it difficult to keep his grip, but he refused to let go and attempted to drag his feet for some kind of hold to tip the scales in his favor. If he could gain enough of a foothold he could yank to try and unbalance their prey.