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Every second was heavy. There were many animals here, big ones, a lot could happen and as some settled, others riled. Antares felt the herd shift again out of the corner of his eye. The calf was really getting nervous, flighty.. and surely, some of the older beasts were going to get fed up quickly with the wolves obviously prowling. That was the thought before Bronco urged them onward, giving them the go ahead. He did hope he really had the rest of them handled.. But anyway, he'd just trust so. Antares' ears turned down and his nod was terribly faint--acknowledged, and he sped off towards the target with fresh intent.

Cutting right between the herd and its young, he angled his drive for the calf and this time forced it off in earnest with snapping teeth and the promise of worse if it didn't get going. Aware enough of where Atlas was going to be coming from, he pushed it that way, forcing it to turn around and actually flee away from its mother this time instead of hesitating, side-stepping back towards the herd (once where he was able to graze its hind ankle). Antares followed, his own back to the mother, and eyes on the calf's haunches as it ran off--towards Atlas, and with a hint of what was to come on his tongue, he took off after it, absolutely ready to join in opposite his brother on the next attacks to come--once they had their distance fully, and absolutely secured. Every stride forward brought it closer to reality, and he felt himself gaining ground more and more..