Hoshor Plains out of the ground i rise to grace

the pack wolves were hunting. 

he had slowly picked apart their winding trails to find many groups gathered for one purpose.

apollyon kept well away. there were enough women here to keep him occupied in interest, but the promise of offal and meat left behind on so many carcasses caused his stomach to cramp with anticipation.

"oof!" he sounded to himself as a man was knocked aside by a bison and lay limp on the ground in the seconds that followed.

a more interesting figure came to join the downed wolf. apollyon sighed and looked in a few directions before he slunk toward them.

the man was a loner. the young woman was a pack wolf. the rogue bristled. "we should drag him out of the way, yeah?" he suggested, starting to search for purchase on the unconscious man's nape.