Stone Circle Tonight we feast

There were many bodies, many mouthes to feed. But the bison were the biggest things he'd ever witnessed and Larus was mildly skeptical of the pack's ability. Valette's plan seemed straight-forward and so Larus nodded to himself, mentally pumping himself up for the pursuit as he followed the others. When they began to set upon the bison he followed suit - a golden streak that flanked the rest of the wolves.

When he got near enough to the bison to attempt anything, he wasn't sure of his aim nor confident enough to launch himself after it, so he held off until others got the first few snaps in. He watched them as the group ran; each moment felt as if it were slow motion despite it happening concurrently, and so, so fast. The smallest among them (a brown and white thing that didn't look quite right) was fleet of foot and swift with their blows; but it was Illecebra that caught the Sveijarn's attention and held it. The bison retaliated, and she went tumbling - so, without thinking, Larus threw himself after the target and placed himself between the fallen Illecebra, and soon enough Poppy was flanking them both.

She did not seem injured; Larus launched himself then, throwing himself after the bison with a thunderous beat to his steps and a drum-beat pulse. His blows were messy and often did not align with what he was aiming for, but his teeth were sharp and his strength true. The bison was bleeding from various points by the time he tired — and as Larus slowed his pace and fell in behind the others, licking blood from his lips, he looked to the gathered pack for their support.