Redhawk Caldera we're the new face of failure.

*powerplays the crap out of Perry* bahahahahaha

The buffalo didn't seem all too fussed about the presence of the pair of wolves so near to where they grazed. Likely they didn't see them as much of a threat, particularly because Peregrine and Fin weren't fully in hunting mode yet. That would come once they'd picked out their victim. Once that happened, the herd might start behaving a little differently towards them.

Fin meandered towards the herd, arcing her path to manuever in a circle around them. Her eyes darted across the different specimens, looking for a weakness amongst them. It seemed to be an annoyingly healthy bunch. If there was a weak spot to be found, they were definitely very good at hiding it from the hunters.

The wolves continued to meander around the herd for a while, testing their limits to see how close they could get, trying to get a whiff of different potentials to see if there was any sickness upon them. After a while, Fin finally paused with a frown, her eyes set upon a yearling who had stayed awful close to its mother's side the entire time they had been moving about the herd. She motioned towards it with her muzzle to draw Peregrine's attention to it as well, hoping silently he might come to the same conclusion as she; that such a nervous young animal might be easy to spook into doing something fatally stupid that they could take advantage of.