Sawtooth Spire Animal instinct

Instantly, his head turned to face the other wolf, his packmate, as the cougar prowled down with it's eyes set on the same elk they had too. He did not know this male, nor his intentions but at that moment it was evident that they needed to work together to take down the elk and fend off the giant cat. 
He took of right after the light coloured male as he chased after the herd. He have a low chuff at the male, that he had a plan. Suddenly, he sped up behind the elk, his jaws snapping at it's hind legs. When he got in the right position, he would lunge, careful to avoid it's hazardous kick. It was a strong one but plump in it's prime, causing it to be slower than the rest. At any rate, both of the wolves would be able to take down the elk but the cougar was another feat. Though clearly, the other male was not ready to give up such an opportunity.

He glance back quickly to see the fuming face of the cougar, clearly pissed that they dared gop after his kill. The sight almost gave him a laugh, but he knew the abilities of the wild cat. They were powerful themselves, dangerous to two wolves and almost fatal to one alone. He knew their best option was to run, let the cat take the elk but he could never bring himself to forfeit. Especially since he was yet to prove himself.