Redtail Rise Ghost Buffalo

As soon as the beast fell to the wolves’ teeth, Masquerade trotted to the sidelines to catch their breath. Then they yipped for the pups to come, a command as much an invitation.

Their eyes glittered as they beheld the dead bison, the blood, mud and rain darkening its strangely pale hide. Masque licked their chops and skulked around the carcass, awaiting their turn to eat according to the hierarchy.

Where they might have reclined nearby to digest their meal, the rain drove them to seek shelter away from the storm. The Caru nosed at the feeding pups, rumbling an invitation to join them when they finished. A roll of thunder punctuated their growl as Masquerade loped back toward the rise.