Moonspear Follow the neon in young lovers' eyes

Atlas had learned to favor the role of a flanker when in a hunt. He enjoyed the thrill of cutting their target’s escape, ending any possibility of fleeing. It was not as flashy as the role of the attacker, but there was something about that rogue’s way that appealed to him. So, he watched Bronco take the lead and he fell back a short distance, moving to round out the right side of their group and to angle himself to stop the calf better.
 
The dark hunter’s gaze bounced from target to the herd and then back to Bronco to make sure that he could still watch the young wolf’s trajectory and keep himself in line with their attack. He did not wish to spook the calf and chase it back to its mother. It would ruin any plan that they might have to single the beast out.
 
The herd was obviously on high alert with the presence of hunters. They did not hide their defensive moves, putting space between themselves and the wolves that had marked one of their young. The calf did not react to the absence of the others. Bronco did a fine job of flaring his tail, swinging it behind him to create an intimidation tactic. Atlas positioned himself directly to the right of the calf and crouched to wait until they turned their attention on the target.