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

Tzila could care less what roles the others played in taking down the bison. It didn't even matter to her if the young boy got gored or trampled. All she cared about was that they stayed out of her way and that they wound up with a meal. Otherwise she would deem their skills of working as a unit a failure. And that, would lead to more than just a few choice words in their ears.

Enough of them had offered to distract the beast, which was fine with her. While quick enough on her feet, for this occasion the obsidian female was more interested in getting up close and dirty. Of sinking her teeth into thick, warm flesh. After Black Hat and Serem finished speaking, it was her turn. "I will assist in inflicting as much damage as possible. I suspect a creature like this, despite his size, may be more nimble than we give him credit for." She cautioned, silver eyes narrowing. Such was often the case with large prey, although bison was not an animal she had hunted before. During her time surviving on her own, looking after herself, she had learned early on there were times you could get away with recklessness. And others, where it was better safe than sorry.