Hoshor Plains Bison Hunt 4 [Rodyn's Group]

Last round. Mojag will be the bite that fells the beast.

The sound in the air. The clattering of hooves. The sounds of snarling and growling of breathing in time. It was everything. Every fiber of his being came together in this moment as it always did.

He jumped and he bit. The creature caught his shoulder with it's mighty horn. Scoring along the meat and fur. He snarled and continued his onslaught. His own blood mixing in to the creatures. Each jump shooting a fiery pain up his shoulder, but it wasn't life ruining or muscle ripping. Merely a flesh wound.

Finally, he grasped the side if the creatures head trying to wrench it so the creature fell to its side. Aiolos with the fire of a man who had won many hunts in his eyes and soul, right along with them.

Every wolf in his party did their best and worked so hard. He was so proud of them all