Ouroboros Spine crawled out of the sea

One by one, the roles were filled. He was slightly surprised when Raimo offered to be the wolf to make the killing blow, when Adrastus had already spoken for that role, but perhaps he'd offered himself out of kindness, and not because he'd misunderstood what Adrastus had implied earlier. He nodded. "You will flank; you will be the third to join in the fray, once Lótë has spurred them along the lake. Then Sialuk, you and Raimo will course alongside them, and keep them running along the shore of the lake. I will be in position, waiting for them." He said, impressed with how cooperative his hunting partners were being. With a gesture of his head, he motioned for them to begin closing the distance, sticking to the wooded area along the hillside so that they might pass through the shadows undetected. 

Once he felt they were in the woodlands in such a place that they could observe the herd, he hunkered down and cast his glance over the shaggy, grazing creatures. On flat ground, none of them would be able to outrun a wolf, he thought. Their only concern was keeping the herd from sneaking past them and back toward the craggy mountain ranges, where they would have the upper hand. Presently, this did not look as though it would be an issue. They were in the woods, directly between the goats and the mountains where they need to escape- all they would have to do now would be to pick a target, and then fan out before beginning the hunt. 

"There are two; younger. The one farthest to the right, and...That one, beside the ram." He said. He licked his lips. Those two animals were likely a year or two old, but weren't as large and formidable as the adult ram. But in a company of four wolves- perhaps they might not need to be so cautious. "Suggestions?" He asked. Of course, if any of them were uncomfortable with the targets he had picked out, he would be happy to go for one smaller or weaker- but he thought that those animals would make a good meal, without presenting too much of an issue.