anthro

The White Herd

by PulpPistil

Kai'T is hunting alone in the eastern trees when he sees her: pale hide, antlers, a body that is not only animal. He kills at distance. Up close the mistake is harder to hold. The meat goes back to camp. Four hunters eat. Strength comes in. Heat comes in. What they do to each other that night is better than it has any right to be, and in the morning the eastern water is still full of white shapes that do not run the way game should run. The tribe has always treated strange arrivals as meat. This arrival looks back. The kills get easier. The need gets louder. Nobody at the fire is asking the right question until it is already too late to want the answer. Produced using AI tools.