Hoshor Plains waterbending

Ipiktok galloped after Chickadee and Inkalorë, though he didn’t pay them much heed once they ascended to the outlook.

“Woah, lookatemall!” The boy gasped as a great herd of bison grazed in the valley below. To the North and South were the hunting camps, where the teams devised their strategies. Soon, the wolves would be upon the dangerous prey.

But How dangerous? Ipiktok didn’t know. He had been too young to follow a hunt of large prey before.

“How many hunters are there?” Ipiktok asked as his bi-colored gaze scanned the distance.