Hoshor Plains In The Golden Sea

They didn't flee from him at his first feint. Of course — they were far too large, confident first in their own size and strength to ward off any serious hunters. He went again, snarling and barking with all the savagery he could manage, watching their apprehension become obvious in each step, in each move they made in response to the noises he made. Every few barks he'd lunge forward, snapping his jaws together and bearing teeth. This was getting fun, even if they wouldn't run.

But eventually, one broke under pressure and fled, and soon the whole herd rippled into a stampede. Yao stared at them in amazement at first, burning the sight of the clouds of dust and small mounds of muscle and fur thundering across the grasslands into his brain. There was a triumphant noise, his companion called out joyously before tossing her head and running after the herd. He grinned, following suit. He wasn't that fast a runner, but he kept up a good pace with the herd — neither were they, of course.