Hoshor Plains Can't be sure when they've hit their mark

Brown blunt body. The skin bunched in certain places. He must rebuild muscle mass. But it was with detwrmined air he padded through the pack lands.

Red Eye gleaming as he took it all in. The esrly sun pressed along his scars.  The extra heat on the ropy things a little painful.

Finally he found the herd and he settled a fair distance away and simply watched. He had been told they only took the sick and infirm. That was fine with him. But the ugly beasts fascinated him. So he watched. As they stomped and snorted made displays. Their beady eyes of blackness staring all around. Did they have anything behind those eyes? Did they kill? Did they love?