Hoshor Plains Bison Hunt 1 [Hephs group]

rolled a five!

Phox felt the familiar flow of the hunt return to him, almost as soon as their chase began. He did his best to separate the herd, aiding both Matteo and Raindrop. Then, a lot happened all at once. Heph screamed, Matteo was practically speared through his hip, and Phox was suddenly caught in the crosshairs of two bison who had managed to corner him, instead of the other way around.

For a hot second, Phox thought that he was going to be the third victim of today's venture, but he barely managed to evade the two cows, slipping past them by the skin on his teeth. The rest of the hunting party had surged forward, leaving him in the dust. Fat lot of good he was doing for them.

When he finally caught up, he was relieved to see that Heph was at least still standing. Whatever injury she'd gotten wasn't immediately fatal. The worst of his fears put to the side, he resumed his focus on the task at hand: keeping the herd separate from their prey. Phox nipped at their hocks, dodging a hoof here, a horn there, and hoped that all this effort and injury would at least lead them to a good, hearty meal.