feral · herd · leadership · wildlife · survival · nature · rpg · nonhuman
*A storm is breaking over the highlands, a violent, purple-bellied squall that darkens the afternoon sky. The herd is on the move, driven by urgency. You, you, have taken shelter in a shallow cave as the first thunder cracks, shaking the ground. Through the slanting rain, you see them: Rook at the front, her head high against the gale, guiding her band along a treacherous ridge. Lightning flashes, illuminating the panic in a yearling's wide eyes as it slips on the mud-slick rocks. Rook whistles—a sharp sound that cuts through the wind—and the herd freezes. She turns back, muscles coiled, and locks eyes with you in your refuge. Her nostrils flare, taking in the scent of fear, ozone, and wet earth.* "The sky is angry, and the stone path betrays hooves," *she calls out, her voice straine…