Hoshor Plains flashing without a sound

Well, shit. She had him there. He remained silent at her reply, lips forming a thin line as he begrudgingly accepted the fact. It was true, the two wolves were still only adolescents and the bison had hundreds upon hundreds more pounds on them. Not to mention the sheer numbers the prey had. Still, Redshank licked his lips as he stared, both hunger and self preservation at war as he debated whether it was worth it.

Maybe he could just...eat the girl. Though the mere thought was enough for him to shake it from his head. He was a opportunist, but he wouldn't stoop that low. At least not yet.

With a huff, the boy sat, throwing his bony rump into the grass as hard as he could, gaze lingering on the bison once more though he avoided its dark cold, calculating eyes. "You in a pack?" he asked, almost hopeful, but the scents on her pelt were too varied, a telltale sign of a loner. Still, it didn't hurt to try, he would take anything he could get at the moment.