American Bison (Bison bison)

[Tshokwane]

Credits to Thomas Szajner.

He was young, experience hungry and fearless. As he walked out of the winter chilled river, his waterlogged guard hair quickly started to freeze. Lots of thick, snowy icicles nearly totally displaced his undercarriage. His nostrils blew volumes of steamy hot air... getting out of that river cost him some energy; he needed a moment to catch a breath. Somewhere in the distance his ears pinpointed a familiar sound. He stiffened and listened. Moments later, and with renewed energy his body lurched, he started walking , not in a slow way, he seemed anxious to be closer to that familiar sound… as he walked, clouds of cold , fog slowly shrouded his disappearing shape in its swirls.

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