The Spilt Blood Spreads Round and Round

The alabaster man looked to the older wolf, contemplating on what they should do. Having each of them get closer would be ideal versus just one, as they would be able to cover more ground that way, but he wasn't entirely sure if he could trust Grimnir with a task such as acting as is he was not hunting. The murderous wolf had proven already that his instincts lingered solely on the act of killing, more or less, but such intentions being known would do nothing but spook the large, horned creatures. As soon as that thought was in his mind, he'd made his first decision. “Do that, but as I said, don't make it seem as if you're scouting them out,” Kove said, then looked between the two wolves for a second.

“Burke, locate a bison that you deem weakened enough for us to take down, and then report back,” he started, his tone making it clear he had more to say. “The three of us will work together to herd it away from the rest of them after that.” The plan was a simple one, he knew, but there was a chance ti could work. The possibility of killing one wasn't overly high due to their sheer size, but the white wolf was confident in the abilities of his pack mates and himself. “After we've gotten a decent length away, you and I will work to weaken the creature further. Bites to the legs, or stomach and sides, just anything you can come up with that will be helpful in taking it down.” His eyes were focused on Burke's form, making it clear he was the one the pale man was speaking to. “Grimnir, you'll be responsible for the killing blow. I'm sure you can handle that well.” As the words left his mouth, he awaited for any protests, though he was sure none would come. If none came, he would give a silent motion signaling for the older brute to head out and scout the creatures, and then one for Grimnir and himself to get a bit closer—though they would continue to stay a decent length away so as not to frighten the large animals.