Wapun Meadow Although it's so romantic on the borderline tonight

He listened intently to Ameline's strategy, his head nodding slightly at her commands. His amber eyes flicked briefly to Anatolia, the younger wolf standing close by. With a gentle nudge of his nose to her shoulder, he silently conveyed his message: stay close.
As the group shifted into action, Cole moved with a quiet but deliberate stride, his muscles coiling and releasing with each step through the snow. His large frame was built for endurance and power, and he carried himself with the confidence of a wolf who had weathered countless hunts.
He glanced back at Ameline for a moment, giving her a firm nod of understanding before turning his attention to his group. The distant forms of the bison were becoming clearer through the veil of falling snow, their bulk lumbering forward with the determined but slow pace of animals fighting against the cold.
With a quick, determined look to his group, Cole surged forward, his breath coming heavier as he began the task of startling the herd. His powerful frame carved through the snow, his focus narrowing on the task at hand: splitting the line and driving the herd into a controlled chaos.