Hoshor Plains Bison Hunt 3 [Njords Group]

This is the final round!

Njord’s hunting party ran in tandem as their pursuit began. The footfalls of their paws against the cold prairie drummed a hunting song and the bison responded with fear. They panicked, unexpectedly accosted by such a tactical advance, and turned to flee from the predators.

The youngsters, Mae and Kivaluk, made a valiant pair as they separated one animal from the masses.

Ravin and Shikoba drew first blood.

Then, Njord and Rusalka brang up the rear.

The Bison’s eyes flashed as it saw death.

Njord felt his chest tighten. His lungs ached. His joints complained. For the first time, the red-tailed man felt his middle ages and began to fall behind.

Rusalka was upon the beast before him. Soon after, Njord caught up and joined the rest to help bring the animal down. It was not without great effort, but soon their fur was painted the color red.

Victory! Njord threw back his head to howl and sing to the camps of their victory.

But in the back of his mind, a new sense of mortality had awakened.