Redtail Rise Ghost Buffalo

Once more, the inclement weather interfered with Masquerade’s hunting lesson. They led the pups back to the rendezvous site and thought about napping under their tree. But there was something enervating about the storm. As thunder shook the ground beneath their feet, the Caru loped to the highest point of the rise to get a better view.

They found a good spot and turned to face southward, a small gasp escaping them when they saw a herd of American buffaloes on the nearby plain. Masque blinked the rain out of their eyes and squinted, leaning in as lightning whipstitched across the sky. Was it just the stormlight or were those bison all white?

For anyone playing along, this is for the Sequoia Seashell prompt: “A herd of white bison [has] been noted in the area.”