Qeya River tight rope

blackfell’s ears twitched at her words, her calm declaration cutting through the icy air with precision. his gaze shifted to the males at the edge of the herd, their hulking frames outlined against the frost-kissed expanse. their antlers, sharp and jagged, were a clear reminder of the fight they’d put up.

a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

i hunt to survive.

his tail gave a slow sway as he shifted his stance, his focus returning to the herd. what’s the plan?