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

The bison herd had grown restless, their heavy bodies shifting uneasily as the wolves encroached. He kept a calculated pace, ensuring he maintained sight of his companions. They needed precision now more than ever—this wasn’t just about the kill; it was about strategy.
Send 'em runnin', Cole muttered under his breath, his gaze darting between Tvar and Ancelin. Rala moved with determination, her focus unwavering, while Ameline’s commands carried with calm authority.
When one bison panicked and bolted toward the edges of the group, Cole reacted instantly. His muscles coiled, and he charged forward, intercepting the massive creature before it could escape. His bark was sharp, cutting through the frosty air as he snapped at the bison’s flank, forcing it to veer back toward the others. The creature let out a grunt of frustration, stumbling slightly as it rejoined the herd.
Drive 'em away, Cole barked, his voice low. He shifted his position, angling his body to steer the remaining bison away from the two they had already isolated. Each step calculated to apply just enough pressure without sending the herd into chaos.