Hoshor Plains Bison Hunt 1 [Hephs group]

The hunt moved forward, the words of her comrades were distant and though she bent her ear towards them it was all noise porcessed faster than she could think it and she was surging forward. Raindrop and Matteo called out warnings and kept the hunters safe while Mireille, Arrluk, and Valiant were abreast of the beast. But there was one wolf - out of the corner of her eye she saw Phox's form almost disappear from sight behind two great moving beasts and she almost veered her path before he ducked back into sight. A growl and a bark from her breathless lungs too excited colors and lights moving past her at breakneck speeds, they needed to end it soon.

She stumbled, jostled by a young calf fleeing, already a heft size and she could feel her ribs groan but she managed to snap and snarl towards the hind legs of the old cow darting out of the way. The cow stuttered, beset on all sides as she gave out a great bellow. Heph felt herself flagging her muscles beginning to scream over the rush of adrenaline and she knew that she would not be able to keep apace of the hunt much longer.

The cow moved suddenly spurred by the movements of the hunters around her, and Arrluk saw an opening in her stride, cutting forward and latching on to her throat a soft place and a tearing and she crashed to the ground flailing and kicking but downed.

last hunting round!