Hoshor Plains wind side

Nothing had ever come close to this in Raiyuk's life. He doubted anything could compete with the exhilarated feeling of chasing the bison upon these plains with so many others, or the thrill of being so close to giants. He had come away from his group with his pulse magnified and his tongue lolling from an open mouth, eager to seek out the other hunters and see how their hunts went.

The young man favored his weight away from one hind leg, as his hip was badly bruised, but he did not relent in his work even so.

He knew that Matteo was around here somewhere — he had been relegated to another group, and Raiyuk wished to compare their encounters the way boys were known to do, and not even caring that there was meat to be cut from the carcass or hides to gather and tan. He roamed a short distance from his team's kill and then saw Bronte, of his own hunting party, as she examined the monolithic corpse.

The adults were trying to figure out the best way to piecemeal the thing, to get at the hide, to divvy the meat among the camps. Raiyuk idled alongside her. It was a good hunt! Maybe we can do another. He flashed her a prideful grin and for that instant, looked much like his father Chakliux.