Meadowlark Prairie Oh Lord, Heaven Knows We Belong Way Down Below [Pack Hunt]

Specifying that the bison is bleeding with permission. ♥

Prey had been worryingly scarce ever since the tremors became more violent. He exited the Haunt at a trot to answer Serem's call, willing to bet she'd found something that could put a damper on the threat of starvation — at least for a while. When Black Hat arrived on the scene, he was taken aback upon discovering that the "something" was a bison. He had experience hunting all sorts of deer, but bison was a prey item he only heard other packs brag about taking down.

He could smell the metallic odor of the beast's blood in the air, and it coaxed drool to pool in his mouth until it dribbled down from his snaggleteeth in strands. The caches that remained were dwindling, and his meals had been lighter than desired as a result. But the issue still stood that they needed to actually kill the thing before that would change, and that was no easy feat, even with an injured bison.

Black Hat was miffed he was expected to put his precious, invaluable life on the line for a meal. But he was merely a grunt in this band of miscreants, so he didn't have much say in the matter. His usual scowl deepened at the thought. May as well be smart about this, then. We'll need a solid plan to take this thing down, He started, taking the initiative. His mismatched gaze swept across everyone as he spoke. The swifter of us can act as a distraction while the rest focus on dealing as much damage as possible. He glanced at Vengeance for his approval of the plan so far, and if he received it, he would then ask, So, who is doing what?