Redtail Rise Ghost Buffalo

The wild lashing of hooves kicked up mud and drew blood and painted the hallowed pelts of the white bison so they were auburn again. By the time the cornered cow fell to the ground beneath the harrying snaps of the wolves, it’s pale eyes looked heavenward once more, rolling back in agony. 

She shouldered her way toward Ancelin, panting, her chattering teeth close to his jawline a drum line of her adrenaline. Augur stepped back and gazed toward the horizon, but Lilia gave only a glance. 

The pack remained- as did Avicus’ legacy. Those who were here were the ones who needed to eat. Alongside those who had felled the beast she would feed, before moving away to lay and digest, head still held aloft to scan the area for competition so the pups could feed freely.