Moonspear Child of Dust

Talk of big prey seemed to have done something to Bronco, but Antares was glad to have helped further motivate in this regard. He'd benefit too, most likely, and maybe he could make the mention to his brother to gauge his thoughts on it. Of course, he didn't know what their upcoming weather was about to be like, so for now, it was very easy to be hopeful.

Sounds like bighorn, he confirmed smoothly, though this was only based on the picture Bronco painted him secondhand. He could have used to toss a disclaimer of probably in there, but he didn't. They were tasty, though--meatier than a deer, and a satisfying thing to pursue. The goats are elusive and a difficult hunt, so I've heard--I've never got to go after one, but my uncle showed me them once from faraway when they were grazing in a high plateau at the beginning of spring, he tried to recall what else there was to note. Jarilo had said his mom--Antares' grandmother--had liked to hunt them for special occasions, despite the danger posed to flush them into a reachable space. Thin, straighter horns too and lighter-colored thicker coats, while the bighorn have fur about like a deer's--almost, maybe a bit denser.. he detailed out, with a thoughtful look on himself. Sometimes we hunt in the glen too--Firefly Glen, especially in winter, he added, gesturing off the slopes in that general direction.