After a few calls, the humanoid straw target in the distance had exploded with five arrowholes, and then gradually crumbled. The drifting dry grass fell to the ground, accompanied by astonished gazes from the crowd.
Toltec raised his head, surveying all around him. His eyebrows were like inverted swords, his eyes sparkled with electricity, piercing enough to make all the Hunters bow and crouch, silent and wordless. It was only when he saw the smiling prince that he fell to his knees with a thud, loudly reporting.
"Your Highness, Toltec is honored not to have failed your command!"
Xiulote laughed heartily. He stepped forward, helped Toltec up, and praised him loudly.
"Toltec, you are my bravest Black Wolf! The black feather on the wings of an eagle!"
"Your Highness, I am willing to catch stags for you, hunt bears, and even ride the wind and spread my wings across the world for you!"
Toltec shouted again, his gaze expectant as he looked at the prince.