Swiftcurrent Creek Huntsman

Confident that the chasers were prepared and ready to do their job, Ensio veered off to the right. The elk's brethren saw the oncoming wolf. Panicking, believing Ensio was coming for them, they turned and scattered.

The tactic worked perfectly. They did exactly what he hoped they would do, leaving the injured young bull to fed for himself. In a flash of slate and silver fur, he emerged some distance behind the animal. Head low in a threatening manner, hackles bristling, he had it's escape route blocked. 

One deliberate step forward and then another. His jaws snapped on empty air. A snarl in his throat. Panic sent flooding in the blood of the bull. Glassy black eyes wide with desperation and fear, as instincts urged him to seek shelter, closer to the water.