Moonsong Glacier ram hunt

sólhárr surged forward, his pace relentless, the cold a fleeting afterthought in the face of the hunt. he reached luhtar’s side just as the ram retaliated with a furious lunge, its horns swinging wide like scythes through the frost-bitten air.

steady, sólhárr growled, his voice rough with exertion and resolve, as he darted toward the ram's flank.

the beast’s strength was staggering. it twisted and writhed, hooves smashing against the frozen earth in a cacophony of defiance. even pinned between two predators, it refused to yield. its horns scraped against luhtar’s shoulder, forcing sólhárr to spring into action to draw its fury away.

he leapt from the side, his jaws clamping down on the ram's hind leg. the sharp taste of its blood filled his mouth, but the creature bucked violently, throwing its full weight into the fight. sólhárr held fast, his paws scrabbling for purchase as he felt the ram’s immense strength threaten to unseat him.

damned stubborn beast, he snarled, releasing his grip only to pivot and snap at its side, pushing it closer to luhtar’s waiting strike.

the glacial air was thick with the sound of their struggle—panting breaths, the scrape of hooves against ice, and the thudding heartbeat that sólhárr swore could be heard between them.