Silverlight Terrace Pisok

They had formed a hunting party. The group did not waste time in their chase.

Kannoyak raced with the speed of a seasoned hunter. He watched the herd respond to the threat of their teeth and the glint of their eyes. The other white man had found a stag and tested its heart with a snap of his teeth. The plum-eyed wolf saw her then, an older cow. She did not look as swift. She did not look as though she would escape their speed and might.

The white hunter chuffed aloud. His paws churned snow as he corrected his course to block the cow from escape. His lean body had been tempered by the snows of the north. Hunting in the weald was a treat. Kannoyak locked his gaze with the cow. His lip peeled into a snarl.