Redtail Rise Ghost Buffalo

ancelin was late. he had been tracking a single elk along the far borders, but his cousin's call sent him into a run.
joining lilia, he nodded at the others and turned his eyes toward the buffalo. they were pale, oddly colored humps of white dotting the reaches below. a glance toward their huntlead, a kiss for his mate.
for once ancelin was in fine spirits.
relic did not come.