Redtail Rise Ghost Buffalo

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Saturday’s Sunset’s small form stood beside her mother and sister as she watched the adults gather together. Bloodlust of this magnitude was a new thing to the young girl and she felt electricity in the air, amplified by the dark storm.

There, in the distance, a pale herd of bison moved together amorphously like light shimmering on water.

They will hunt! the spirit hissed.

Ranks shifted. Duties doled.

Unlike her sister, Sunset has no problem staying still. She was rigid; tuned in. Her amber eyes focus and fixated like a hunting cat. Predatorial, despite her youth.

She would heed the Caru’s instruction, even as her mother joined the hunting party. Shoulder-to-shoulder she watched with Saturday’s Sunrise.