Hoshor Plains Bison Hunt 1 [Hephs group]

This was a different way of hunting than what Valiant was used to. He supposed it was because of how different their prey was from his usual fare. There was hardly any reason to bait deer, after all. Without knowing how difficult or dangerous his position might be, he felt a thread of trepidation working through him — but he was as ready as he would ever be, and fell into line when the time came.

They moved in concert, albeit one with more pluck than tune. Valiant found it easy to stay ahead of the bison, but with the others worrying at her hocks, he had to work hard to keep her attention. He and Heph did all that they could to give their companions the opportunity to land safe strikes on their prey — and Heph paid for it dearly.

Valiant faltered, half-turning as if he might spring toward his fallen comrade. Even if he hadn't thought better of it, the real and present threat posed by the angry bison kept him from reaching her. He redoubled his efforts to keep the cow's attention, calling out and feinting forward. All his attention focused on this task; he could no more have said what the others were doing than he could have recited the pledge of allegiance.

Hopefully, they would find opportunities to take her down soon.