Stone Circle What did the bison say to its son? Bi son.

Didn't mean to hold you guys up!

Rickon whirled when he didn't feel cold, clobbering hooves on his back, and watched in horror as the youngest of the troupe was thrown back in defense of his own backside. He dashed to her side— even as she seemed to instantly recover to her feet— and buried his muzzle thoughtlessly into her ruff, instinctively using the contact to make sure she truly hadn't been harmed. Valette's shouting tore him away, an apologetic whine just barely slipping through gritted teeth as he turned to the beta's command.

He leaped after Philos, bounding forward to add to the distraction their dark leader asked for, but this formation was useless with their numbers. It was three adults, one young lady, and two of these four were vastly inexperienced— Rickon being one. He put on a brave front, but there was no way to kill these massive beasts without the entire pack working towards the same goal. A successful bison hunt would take a lot more than just them; and in realizing this, Rickon felt a sudden stab of fear for Valette, who had just dove into the midst of them...