Literature
Hunting 3
The sun was beginning its slow descent over the horizon, casting a golden glow across the vast open plains of Priore. The wind whispered through the tall grasses, making them sway in rhythmic waves. The air was crisp, filled with the earthy scent of the land, a quiet hum of life all around. The ground beneath the Tokotas’ paws was firm, the terrain stretching out before them in a wide, uninterrupted expanse.
Mojave, the gentle giant of the group, walked at the front, his eyes scanning the horizon with practiced focus. His coat, a deep shade of russet, seemed to blend seamlessly with the earth around him. His movements were slow, deliberate, as he searched for the slightest disturbance in the landscape—an indication of where their prey might be. Behind him walked Pendragon, tall and composed, his eyes constantly darting from the land to the sky, sensing the unseen and studying the terrain with sharp precision. Cloudy Daze bounced at their heels, an eager energy radiating from him as he