Hoshor Plains why you gotta despise it?

The bison were as magnificent as they were terrifying, especially knowing he would be called to arms shortly. Had he seen one before, he my have reconsidered coming at all. Not to mention the wolves - Matteo had never seen so many faces in one place before. What kind of a lodge brother was he to be scared of a hunt? 

He watched from the edge of Moontide's camp as Rodyn begin to gather Heph and a few others the boy had never seen before, stomach suddenly full of what felt like a thousand butterflies. Matteo promptly retched and lost what little breakfast he had eaten that morning.

With wobbly legs, he paced past a gathering group of youths until one sat away from the crowd caught his eye. "Hey," he greeted, settling near her, "what do you think? Of the bison, I mean." She was too small to hunt, he guessed, but more than part of him wished he could watch the action from here than between horns and hooves.