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

tosses this in here. I rolled for a super lethal hit but he's a pup so I'm going as realistic as possible

The feeling of leaving them behind was great if he could just get past the looming beast. The bison had turned on him with a snort of fury and for a moment he was frozen in fear before he heard Vanity come in, the female gaining the pet's attention quick enough for him to circle and pace at the outskirts of the fray as the rest of the pack came forward. He watched with awe as they all darted in and out, avoiding being struck by the bellowing beast as it's blood was spilled. Time ran slowly and he was caught between wanting to watch and learn and join his pack mates in the kill. 

Finally he saw a chance, the bison was distracted by Serem and without thinking it through Valour ran for it's neck, springing up and sinking his fangs into the thick skin. The taste of blood spilled over his tongue and he snarled, a surge of victory making him bite harder, dangling from the beast for a few moments before it began to shake and thrash to get him off and being as small as he was he went flying, hitting the ground and rolling over and over before coming to a stop, stunned and laying still. He wasnt injured, bruised and battered a bit but he knew he could get up which he did shakily, licking the blood from his maw and wagging, glad he had gotten one good bite in amongst the adults.