Bearclaw Valley tamerlane

Ashlar only hesitated a moment when they began to run before he coursed forth to join them.  The young wolf was eager to prove himself, but he doubted his own place in the hunt, and he was not sure he knew clearly what he should do.  Fortunately, as soon as the chase began, and he felt his muscles moving beneath his pelt to the rhythm of the elk's own harried running... he knew.

His head seemed to pound and thrum with the pulse of the hunt as he dipped in close, glancing only once at the bear king, before he snapped at the quarry's hocks.  He did not get in close enough yet to sink his teeth in, and instead veered sideways, running alongside in order to force their prey to maintain it's course.  He saw Astara struck, faltered... and kept on, though inwardly he quailed.  He would hold his portion of the side, and prevent the elk from breaking forth.  But he did not think he could strike a blow to fell it, and timidly he remained at the side.