The Spilt Blood Spreads Round and Round

Grim watches the bison with golden eyes narrowed. He has never hunted such large animals before. They are great beast. Their bulk seems to be more around their front, thick heads low to the ground. Horns protrude from their skulls like the deer he would prefer hunting. This will be a hard challenge for him. He has never hunted with a pack before. Nor has he hunted something so large. He listens to the advice of the one named Kove, and then the suggestion of Burke. Grim still has yet to figure out if he likes either of the two. Though no usual thoughts of trying to kill them enter his mind. That portion of him is more focused on killing one of the great Bison. Burke would probably be better off bringing the large animal down. Grim lifts a lip at that. As much as he would prefer to drag one of the beast down himself, they are rather large and Burke's weight would be more suited to the task. Perhaps Grim can make the killing blow then? He is always too eager to oblige to his inner voices that tell him to bring death to the world. With the pack now knowing his true self, he will not have to hold back. But then he believes that all of them probably want to make the killing blow. Kove has more right to that than either Grim or Burke since he is leading this hunt. A low growl vibrates in his chest. Maybe they will be too busy fighting among themselves to even make a kill. He waits to hear Kove's instructions before voicing anything.