The son sired by fire and shadowed rogues was all predator and confidence. As something stirred ahead of him and the grass moved, his eyes narrowed and his lips rose slowly in a snarl before his jaws parted in a roar that shook the silence.
His paws which had been outstretched before him, claws out and spread, his a solid body and when it didn't budge, he grunted and snarled as his body collided with the large water bison. It was large, and obviously male by the strength of it's musk and the point of it's horns. Why it was alone, he couldn't fathom, but with no herd, it was as good as dead.
The animal bucked and kicked and he dug front and hind claws into it's back while his teeth sought purchase at the back of the bison's neck.
DavyJnah
High roll =Hit. Low roll = Flying lion.
