Phantom Hollow Aedd Gynvael

This guy seemed to know what the animals were. At least, he was familiar enough that he commented on where they had gone- or maybe where they were. Nazair didn’t know. He felt a bit starstruck getting to look at the curious creatures roam out of their line of sight. They looked as though they carried a good deal of meat on their bodies. Their coats did not appear as long as the deer or elk, except in odd places.

Horses, he repeated. His voice was a mesmerized whisper. The young man kept following where they’d gone, hoping they might come back. When he realized that he was being rude to the other, he pulled himself from the trance and fixed the sunlight yellow of his eyes back on Fjall.

I’m Nazair, he introduced. The appearance of a girl pulled his ears to a tall point atop his head. She approached with a few words, carrying the scent of the same pack as Fjall. Their territory was an impressive one. Back to the subject of the animals they had seen…

Can you hunt them, y’think?