Hoshor Plains salute as the warrior cries

the old, injured bull was the perfect quarry; a golden opportunity offered to them on a silver platter. the warbear's gaze focuses upon it as he joins the other at his wife's call. the beast useful now, only to fill the belly of the wolves that wrangled the male and female herds and claimed the land as their own.

in a way, arktos briefly considered, it would be a mercy killing for him.

he waits for the others to join them, content on letting nephele direct them all as she saw fit: she had found it, thus it was her hunt to manage and lead.