Dawnlark Plains XV

all in the name of writing!

they did not work well together.

buffalo hunter again did not retreat. there was a strangled bellow and then the scent of blood, of wetly popping noises.

augur worried its nostrils with hard snaps of his heavy teeth. red stained his jaws. it groaned and bucked, churning the earth with sharp stomps of its gigantic hooves.

an elk would not be a match for his own skull. this one was. he growled and surged with the animal, keeping its horns and rocklike head aimed at him.