Morningside Cuesta [m] trottinggale

surging forward alongside her husband, her movements sharp and purposeful as the bull’s hooves tore at the snow-covered ground. the great beast moved with strength still, but his wounds and age betrayed him. this was the moment for the saatsine to prove their skill, and she would not falter.

she angled herself to the side, eyes locked on the bull’s broad frame. his flanks heaved with exertion, the scent of sweat and musk thick in the air. with a sharp lunge, her teeth found the tender flesh of his hip. the bull bellowed in pain, staggering forward as blood seeped from the wound she left behind.

the saatsine woman peeled away quickly, her heart pounding with adrenaline as she darted out of the bull’s immediate reach. her sharp gaze flicked to sun eater, a glimmer of pride sparking in her eyes. she had drawn first blood, slowed the beast for her chieftain to strike next.