Hoshor Plains In The Golden Sea

The Herd thunders across the Plains as a rolling tide of muscles and horns. Aliana raced alongside the herd, bark and snapping at limbs that got too close to her. It won’t be long before the Herd gathers their courage again and face them down once more. Before then, she’ll make her analysis. 
 
In the moment, Aliana gave a quick glance over the Herd. She saw mostly adults, perhaps there were a few yearlings amongst them? But she could barely pick them out from the sea of adults. She did notice some of them had big bellies; pregnant females. The future of the Herd was held within them. Aliana wasn’t going to touch the young or the pregnant females, not unless she had to.  Her preferred target would have to be an adult, possibly male, and an old one at that. She slowed down a bit to look at the back of the herd to possibly see a straggler but didn’t see any that were struggling to keep up with the Herd. 
 
Aliana huffs both out of annoyance and exhaustion creeping up on her a bit, she was hoping for a weakness her pack could exploit to make a hunt on this herd less risky. Unless her partner ❝  Pull off! Before they turn their horns on you!  ❞ She exclaimed, warning her partner while she slowed to a stop. She wasn’t a Bison specialist or anything but one thing she knew that they were bull-headed. Quick to turn on their pursuers especially when they are in a herd. She'll be back one day, possibly with a hunting party and she'll bring down one of those mighty beasts. But for today, she'll give them their respect and space.