The Spilt Blood Spreads Round and Round

Burke immediately bobbed his head in return. He had his keen blue eyes ready to spot any type of weakness. The large grey was ready to stalk some Bison. After he got his orders the large male started to make his way down into the valley. He knew bison couldn't see that well, they relied on scent. Burke located the wind and made sure to approach the bison without his scent being blown to the cautious animals. The older male also knew how to use the landscape. He stayed behind the sloping landscape to hide his grey body from possible sighting.

Burke laid down in the snow. His masked face glancing just above the snow. He studied the group, watching every single individual. He spotted a few healthy females, until slowly coming from the center was a weaker one. There seemed to be a limp in her step. His eyes squinted. No, there was no limp? Yet, it seemed more lethargic than the others. She was not finding any food. Burke knew enough and turned around to join with the other two. "There is a female, the only one not finding food. I thought there was a limp but I am not sure. She does look lethargic and not very eager to walk along with the others. I say we pick that one," he briefed.