Herbalists' Cache LXV

They ran.  They chased.

The herd moved on and left theirs for lost.  The cow they chased bellowed its desperate defiance, but nature had its way.  The value of pack wasn’t only for the wolf.

Wealda felt this even as she lunged, tearing at side and hindquarters, avoiding the errant kicks that were aimed her way.  It knew its fate and still it fought.  With each hunt her respect for this grew.

When she was given an opening by another hunter drawing attention, Wealda leapt and closed her jaws around the left foreleg.  She was shaken off before she could crack bone, but as she released with a clip of antler to shoulder, she could see its speed flagging even more.  It would stumble soon.