Morningside Cuesta [m] trottinggale

their target chosen, sun eater spent some moments more staring after the bull, assessing him for any signs of power beneath the wounds. he had fought bravely; maybe even now several cows carried his strength in their unborn progeny.

it would be the role of saatsine to see he had a good death. into a run went the chieftain, the starbound at his side. lips peeled from teeth, tail bannering high; he snarled a loud crack of sound and went after one foreleg, then another as the others scattered in startled directions.

the fight was nigh to begin. he would see his wife blooded this day with first-kill; it was swiftly that she must learn all of their ways if she was to teach their children to be lanzadoii.

their children.

his heart soared.