Firefly Glen [PHE] The Elk Bellows Group Three

The royal princes @Khaemwaset and @Den were shown where to watch from the periphery, a small rise in the land where they would have an elevated view of the herds, then semer-wati approached the hunt-group at a mannered gallop. His gilded eyes appraised, measuring their physicality and granting each a kingly greeting.

"Semer-wati Rashepses," the king gave his name with a regal look.

The squadron was placed under his directive and so he turned first to his co-lead, “Arrluk and I will take the rear position while the remainder will steer the elk.”

“Keep beside Eivor,” he told the little sun girl who reminded him so much of his own. The hunting fields were no place for a lady, and he’d have forbid her attendance had she been his daughter. “Watch for sharp hooves and antlers.” She alone was their debility, for the rest of their hunters were sturdy and strong. 

The various groups roiled upon the field. They would target cows, old or sickly. Meat would be bountiful, and so it was only for the ardent pursuit of glory the noble would lead his hunt.

“Ignore the cows. We are taking the bull,” an arrogant smile bent his maw as he signaled to the steersmen and broke into a gaited trot beside the dark man from the sea.