Moonsong Glacier ram hunt

sólhárr’s strides tore through the icy terrain, his movements a mixture of brute force and practiced agility. the ram was a formidable shadow ahead, its hooves digging into the frosted earth with stubborn defiance. its horns glinted like obsidian as it glanced back, weighing the predator behind it.

but sólhárr was relentless.

he let out a guttural snarl, low and sharp, designed to press the beast forward. the ram’s muscles bunched, and it surged ahead, seeking the open flatlands where it could maneuver better. sólhárr’s eyes darted toward the rocky vantage where luhtar waited, the other wolf positioned perfectly to cut off the escape route.

the thrill of the hunt burned in his chest, a familiar fire that drove him to close the distance. the icy ground betrayed the ram’s steps, its hooves skittering for purchase on the slick surface. sólhárr used it to his advantage, angling his path to force the beast into luhtar’s trap.

run, sólhárr hissed under his breath, his voice carried away by the howling wind. his paws struck the ground with powerful certainty, closing in just enough to keep the ram from turning back.

and then it happened—a break in the stalemate.

the ram, its path narrowing, charged headlong into luhtar’s reach, a last desperate attempt to outmaneuver its hunters. sólhárr slowed just slightly, his amber eyes locked on the scene as he prepared to intervene if needed. the hunt was reaching its climax, and sólhárr’s trust in luhtar burned as hot as his determination.