Hoshor Plains Bison Hunt 3 [Njords Group]

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Abruptly faced with the reality of this hunt, Anathema had drifted toward the outskirts of the group she'd been placed in. She eyed the others warily as they introduced themselves. She eyed the bison, huge beasts in tightly-knit circles.

They couldn't do this. She couldn't do this. One blow from a massive hoof would split a wolf skull like the soft shell of a newly molted crab. The eyes would bulge from their sockets and the blood would pour through fur, stark hints of white peering through the red. Convulsions, perhaps, before the final twitching of death. There would be pain. And then there would be nothing at all.

She couldn't do this.

Anathema backed away slowly, then finally turned and fled from the group, from the hunt, from Hoshor Plains entirely.