Wapun Meadow Although it's so romantic on the borderline tonight

tvar's sharp blue eyes tracked the lumbering herd as the bison carved their path through the snow. his attention lingered on the final two animals at the rear of the line—the weaker ones they would target. instinct surged through him, his muscles coiling with anticipation. with a low chuff, he signaled his readiness to ameline, his breath misting in the cold air.

when cole surged forward, tvar followed. he hung to the flank of the group, ensuring no stragglers broke away from the controlled chaos. his focus sharpened, his mind void of anything but the rhythm of the hunt—the thundering hooves, the scent of adrenaline, the thrill of teamwork.

they worked as a cohesive unit, driving the herd into a frenzy, forcing the bison into action. tvar's lips curled in a silent snarl as he lunged toward one of the smaller animals, his presence alone enough to spur it into panicked flight.