Heron Lake Plateau Ma'am... Some other sunset

Colt wasn't able to successfully divert them all, but the gap was widening.  Seeing this, he continued to spur on the ones he was chasing, staying ahead of the one that Quixote was harrying.  With a few more snarling snaps to encourage them away, he wheeled about.

Now that he was in a position at it's fore, he lunged, hoping to force it to balk.  When it ran by, he would likely strike for its side, attempting to avoid any stray kicks in the process of tearing a piece and slowing it more.