Hoshor Plains waterbending

Salaksartok raced his brother to the top of the ridge (or as close as he would be allowed to go), and watched the gathered bodies of the hunters. He thought they were impressive for a minute or two, but they were talking and organizing, and that wasn't as enthralling when the boy saw the bison.

They're so big! He scooched closer to the edge as if he could see better that way, splooting with his belly down and back legs in a frog position. His tail was whirring back and forth.

A voice behind him said something about singing but Salaksartok was focused on the herd, and didn't react.