Imagine getting hit by a small bus or a large truck, with no thought of breaks. Now imagine the truck had heavy, curved horns poking from its thick black mane, behind a feathered face, angry red aquiline eyes, tapering into a wicked, ripping raptor beak. The roc-bison flies on powerful, sky-raking wings and gallops on four burly, earth-rending legs, each ending with sharp grasping talons. The roc-bison saw you some time ago, and it has been circling you at a couple kilometers up, while debating how hungry it is. In the few seconds since “meh.. i can eat,” it dropped from the sky, leading with its lowered horns and broad, thick skull. Instinct: Protect its territory

• Spot Prey from Above and Circle
• Diving Charge
• Rutting Around
• Carry Dinner Away