Moonspear Handle me with care

There wasn't anything quite like synching up with a packmate, whether it was for a hunt or to chase out a predator. Little needed to be spoken between the two of them once their decision was made, and Osiris' laughter had an encouraging effect on Bronco, whose enthusiasm was spurred on. Boldly, he laughed, his voice joining his packmate's as they thundered through the undergrowth in pursuit of the bear, and without a care in the world he raised his voice again, hollering out with whoops and yips so that the bear would feel threatened enough to keep moving. 

He was tempted to speed up, to get closer and egg the bear on- maybe even take a snap at its heels, but he refrained from doing so, as his companion had urged him to be careful. So they couldn't get too close to it without tempting the bear to defend itself. He snarled and snapped his jaws still as he ran by Osiris' side, chancing a glance at his packmate every now and again to catch a glimpse of the excitement on his face as well, and renew the giddy feeling of driving a bear out of their claimed lands.