Deeds Primal Horde Oat Cream

« Is that just the wind, or is it a furious vexation? » From a distance, you can see a small shadow on the horizon. A cloud of dust welling all around as it rapidly increases in size. The thundering of muscle pounding earth at a rapid and accelerating pace slowly grows in intensity. As you look in the opposite direction, nothing but flat earth to the horizon. You’ve got but one choice. To run. To escape. To move and maintain this distance between yourself and this Primal Horde. Your legs begin to work before your brain tells them to. How long can you maintain this pace? I guess we will see soon enough….