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her plan was sharp, clever. he nodded once, approving.

go, he said simply, voice a low rumble that carried no question. she had her task, and he his.

as pangur darted away, sólhárr turned his attention back to the herd, his massive frame moving with fluid precision. he looped around, silent and deliberate, positioning himself to cut off the rear of the bison. his focus narrowed to the straggler, the one who lagged just enough to make it a prime target.

he waited, crouched low against the winter’s chill, muscles coiled with anticipation. he could hear the pounding rhythm of hooves, feel the tension of the hunt building in his chest. the moment pangur was in place, he would strike.