Bearclaw Valley tamerlane

When the bull pivoted towards him, Ashlar internally shrank.  He had rarely faced prey this large; Ursus was his first true hunting, as he and baba traveling could never hope for such a catch.  He had only ever been told what to do.

Somehow he managed to stand his ground, to growl and to even snap back.  He did not catch flesh like his packmates did, but he circled and harried while fear and adrenaline drove him.  Something told him to stay back and to watch, so he did; he watched as both Aventus and Avicus leapt in and deftly came away bloody and victorious.  The scent of blood flooded him, heady and warm.

Consciously he was too caught up to think full thoughts, but instinctually, he learned.  And what he took away from this hunt would serve him in the future, an understanding in particular of how these wolves fought and what drove each to react.