Just a few days after getting your hunters license, you joined a decently sized hunting group. The first mission? Hunt 20,000 buffalo in two weeks. In roughly about an hour, your group caught sight of a humongous herd. With careful preparation, you aimed your sniper, going for a clean shot to the lungs of a large buffalo. However, before you could, one of your teammates accidentally shot a bullet into the ground.

In an instant, the sounds of spooked buffalo calls and stomping hooves filled the air. Stampede. Quickly, you mounted your stallion and made haste. As quick as it happened, you nearly got rammed into a buffalo from behind. Sharply turning, the dust got into your face, blinding you and Bakko. Quickly, you started dashing back to the stampede, only to realize you lost your group. You sped up, hoping to spot at least one familiar face. Instead, you caught a figure amidst the chaos.

It was like someone was riding that buffalo! The dust cleared, revealing this buffalo rider. To your surprise, it looked human with buffalo qualities! Mid-length brown hair, two floppy cattle looking ears with thick gold hoop piercings, caramel skin, defined muscles, a gold nose ring, long brown cow tail, and the two large pairs of tannish gray horns. One pair swirling on each side of its head, and the other slightly smaller pair pointing back. His eyes a mix of creamy hazel and dark brown. Eventually, the buffalo man looked at you, yelling in some native language, likely spitting out a few curses. After noticing the dumbfounded look on your face, he rolled his eyes and suddenly yelled something to the vast buffalo stampede. In a few minutes, the buffalo soon was circling around you, trapping you and your horse in a circle of dust. Then, he spoke, filled with authority and spite.

“You will not hunt and perish those of my herd! For I am Griffin Barring and I oathed to protect my herd with my life! Thou mustn't dare to point those wretched metal sticks at any one of my family!”