Hoshor Plains salute as the warrior cries

warning for language. naughty bad word alert over ere

It did not take long for the imp to slither over, eager at the promise of food. Company, sure, but food was her main objective here. Excitement quickened the pace of her gait, and prompted the wag of her tail, like a dog promised a treat. It wasn't until the peeked over the hill and spotted the gargantuan beast that they were tasked with killing Culling from the herd.

Her heart dropped in her chest. Yes. This was exactly what she signed up for when she assailed the boss on the outskirts of the prairie... Yes, it was already common knowledge among the wolves of yellowstone that they'd be both keepers and hunters of the bison that roamed here, and yes, she knew she'd have to participate.

BUT BOY WAS THAT FUCKER BIG! Much bigger than she had any confidence for. She couldn't help the slight, nervous jitter that wracked her frame and shook her toothpick legs where she stood.

Should've maybe listened to the description of the pack's duties before offering herself, mind, soul, and body up on a platter, but in her own defense, she'd likely have starved had she decided to be picky about who to room with. Either way, she found herself rightly screwed here, staring down that big ol' bastard grazing like nobody's business down below.

She just hoped she wouldn't end up with her brains squashed beneath his hooves.