The Tangle BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

Each one of his wolves landed hits, though he felt a flourish of pride as he saw their Alpha take advantage of his move. He knew him only by scent and description, it did not take more though. Stark kept his eyes on the buck, only occasionally darting to spot the wolves that circled like buzzards. Stark fell back when Warbone called them back, giving the buck a chance to exhaust himself a bit. Stark was glad for the chance to regroup, though the four of them were moving in tandem he still had not hunted together. 

Without much hesitation they fell into place, the silent thrum of life coursing through them all and guiding them towards the inevitable. The buck would fall to them. They had done the work, they would claim their prize, and they would eat. Warbone was taking his fill, Stark watching over before the water witch stole forward and acted as if she deserved such an honor. Trick snapped at her, snarling and Stark was quick to approach his side, adding his own growls. He would not attack until bid to do so, his body tense even against the cacophony of sounds the female produced.