Wild Berry Meadow it takes the shape of a place out west

Beau had always thought bison were funny looking creatures - funny looking enough that he often found himself watching them whenever he came across a herd. He knew to keep his distance; bison didn't run like other prey, and they would hit back with twice the force of any elk. It was a lesson he had learned young while watching a cousin who had hoped to impress a girl by taking down a bull, safe to say that he spent that year single.

Looking through the crowd of beasts he thought he saw a calf, but with some mild shuffling about from the bison he found that it was instead, another wolf. He couldn't help but be curious, it seemed that the flatlands were more lively in recent weeks and each wolf he came across sparked some level of interest.

What was this one's plan? Were they hoping for a solo hunt? Beau cringed at the thought of witnessing them go head-to-head with the herd.