09-07-2022, 12:23 PM
The day rolled into an evening. Rain littered the ground, hiding the scents of predators from prey. Tallulah stalked among the Plains, eyes narrowing as she focused on a buffalo. It was old and weathered and had puncture wounds that marked it a survivor. She would fell it, but not without help.
This prey had seen days bad and good. It was an experienced foe, worthy of being hunted. Tallulah lifted her head and called softly into the wind. A call to gather, to hunt. The buffalo bellowed and began to move, with the woman tagging behind it. Hopefully instinct would kick in, and the biggest hunters would deal the blow.
The smaller ones were to chase and harass.
This prey had seen days bad and good. It was an experienced foe, worthy of being hunted. Tallulah lifted her head and called softly into the wind. A call to gather, to hunt. The buffalo bellowed and began to move, with the woman tagging behind it. Hopefully instinct would kick in, and the biggest hunters would deal the blow.
The smaller ones were to chase and harass.
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