Hoshor Plains Age of Ascension

Seriously, where did everyone go. ; n ;

Spurred on by the cheers behind him, Zoratto smirked and barked an insult to the bison. Of course, it could not understand him, but the taunt was clear nonetheless. The bison spun around, trying to charge at him again, but Zoratto danced away from his place, aiming another blow at the bison's exposed flank as he did. He held on this time, with tooth and claw as the bull swung his head, trying to hit the red-masked nuisance.

When the bison was getting closer with his assaults, Zoratto pulled away, taking only clumps of hair with him. This was going to be his pelt after all. He wouldn't want to sully it. Dropping to the ground, and sensing his playtime was over, the boy ran back to the lines, tail wagging happily with his triumph. They could feast, now.