Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190903154219/@comment-5543592-20190926000045

The coyote began to yip as Shanks joined it, and they ran. The ground was nothing beneath them, not gravity, not weight. In the dark of the night it vanished like everything else.

The rest of the pack entered their line of sight, hunkered low in tall grass, overlooking a wide expanse of praire. The coyotes lay with their heads down, their haunches raised.

A single coyote paced out in front of them, the pack leader by appearance. It yipped at Shanks and his coyote as they joined.

Arrayed on the praire below was a massive herd of bison. No, Shanks had to look again, not bison, creatures approaching bison.

They were bison in size, yes, but with the face and antlers of a moose.

Boosin.