Hoshor Plains Bison Hunt 1 [Hephs group]

The time is near, so near it's stirring the blood in their veins — Raindrop was ready to go at the call to arms, she made haste, weaving in between the herd and the ol’ bison cow. Her job was to keep the two apart, and she would do this to the best of her ability. Things had begun to move, and fast, she would need her senses alert and on point, her ears swiveling to catch the sounds of her fellow hunters and the bellowing and thunder of the bison. Her eyes, darting from wolf to bison, always keeping the cow and herd in her line of sight. A couple stragglers didn’t stand a chance, with a snarl and biting they quickly shied away, retreating back to the safety of the herd.

But then something happened, a cry. She whipped around just in time to catch Heph regain her stance after being knocked for a loop. But Raindrop quickly brought her focus back to her task.

As the old cow gained more distance between herself and the herd, Raindrop called out to the other hunters, letting them know that a chance to strike was coming soon.