Hoshor Plains Bison Hunt 2 [Kaluktuk's Group]

There was little time for meet and greets. Names had been tossed into the air for the purposes of organization. The group leader, Kaluktuk, got cracking on assigning roles and divvying up each wolf's part in the strategy.

It was not a reflection of Kaluktuk himself, but Kyrell cast an wary eye to their group makeup. Many were young but some wore fresher faces than others. The dusty gray boy and the honey yellow girl in particular. Raiyuk and Bronte if he heard correctly. A sliver of concern nestled in his mind.

Silently, he reminded himself to be mindful. Surely their packs wouldn't have allowed them join if they weren't ready.

His eye then turned to the latecomer assigned as spotter, a determined expression to her face. She would have their backs, and she wasn't the only one. He could focus on himself first.

And so he would.

Kyrell bumped his shoulder into Boone's before briefly calling to Raiyuk and the woman, Raelle. Let's do a good job of it, yeah?

He paused in case they had a response for him before beginning a steady lope towards the bachelor herd. An itch in his paws urged him to go faster, yet he refrained. His heart quickened in their stead. A drum in his chest that was sounded in his ears.

Making an arc around the herd's side away from the cracked horn specimen, Kyrell watched the herd sidelong. First keeping distant to gauge their reaction. He watched for lifting heads, formation of a defensive wall, wild-eyed stares, the dropping of weaponized skulls in his direction. Any and all of it. The bulls had been busy testing their meddle against each other, and now he would see it first hand.

Then he slowed, turned, and began pacing towards the divide between the injured bull and his herd. He did not invade it yet. Glancing about for the positions of the other hunters. Ears piqued for Kaluktuk's signal. For that, he would wait before advancing.