Hoshor Plains Bison Hunt 2 [Kaluktuk's Group]

The order had been sounded and the other hunters fell into position. Well, almost all of the other hunters.

While Raelle and Raiyuk were also charged with harrying the herd, he could hear the discontented yelling behind them. Kaluktuk bellowed about a missing body and in Kyrell's peripheral vision a distant shadow was retreating. A flash of heat coursed through his body. A growing temper to boil his already excited blood. Hackles lifted, Kyrell refocused. The desertion needed to be the least of his concerns.

He was already in the thick of it. Having charged into the divide between their target and the main body of the herd. A loud snarl erupted from his throat as he lunged at the bulls. Feinting attacks, his teeth clicked the air. Sidestepping as horned heads were swung his way. He moved to and fro to keep the gap from being reclaimed.

He kept an eye for Raell and Raiyuk as he moved. The last thing he needed was to accidently lead a swing into them. He now caught sight of a new figure. Another youngster that latched onto the injured bull with reckless abandon. With a frustrated shake of his head, he moved to fall into step with the others at the forefront. Hoping a unified front of teeth would unnerve the herd.