Silver Creek The Hunting Grounds

While others rushed the beast, snapping at leg and flank and neck, Turmeric stayed his mother’s course. Hanging back a moment, to understand her strategy.

Confusion, it seemed. Well, he was sure he could do that!

Turmeric aimed to course his way along the beast’s opposite side, but as he skirted about, he felt a sudden crack in his side and the air rushed from of him, along with the ground. He gasped a sharp and wheezing yelp.

In the frenzy, the bison had kicked with its one free leg — laboured by the weight of the others upon it, but still strong enough to send Turmeric tumbling back across the dusty ground.