Hoshor Plains salute as the warrior cries

pack hunt! @Arktos @Dreven @Envy @Bard @Fjall

she'd been off completing her rounds when she sighted him; an elderly bull injured in what was likely a defensive assault. it was difficult to tell what had inflicted him with such damage, though it was clear that the old brute would not last for more than a few nights. he'd already been secluded to the outside of the main herd, pushed away in retaliation for the weakness he now displayed.

he'd given his life to defend them, and his reward was isolation for his final moments.

she contemplated a moment, admiring the beast for all that he was before she tipped her head skyward and called for the pack. this was a moment they'd been patient for, an opportunity to hunt and fill their bellies full. an opportunity to learn the dangers of the bison without the worry of the entire herd upon their flanks.

the beasts had been down before by the tide wolves. they would fall to yellowstone fangs just the same.