Redtail Rise Ghost Buffalo

last from me unless acknowledged/stopped!

The skies rumbled and cracked. The clouds churned like a boiling potion.

He scanned his packmembers' faces as they slipped into an unsaid ritual. They assembled, beginning their advance on the herd. 

Before leaving, his Caru's gaze burned into his denmates and he. He understood the message loud and clear.

Though, an inkling of irritation wore away at him. Obviously. A buffalo could kill him with just a hoof. He knew better.

Yet that did not stifle the moodiness brewing inside of him.

Today would not be his time to shine, and subsequently irked him.

He skulked away from the grouping to observe the hunt from a spot hidden beneath the underbrush.