The Spilt Blood Spreads Round and Round

When the large wold returned and reported his findings, Kove kept his mouth shut and listened. His eyes trailed over each of the bison until he found the one being spoken of, copper orbs lighting up with the idea of a hunt. He enjoyed them a lot, and even more so when working with other wolves. Something about it seemed to be peaceful and entertaining. “Sounds like a great target,” he said, eager to get to work on it. Though his legs and body were ready for a good chase, he kept himself settled so as not to risk blowing the entire hunt to pieces. The idea was to try and “herd” the female away from the others, but they needed to act fast. One error or slip up could result in all the bison banding together, and if that happened their chances were gone.

“Alright then, lets go,” Kove said, his gaze not leaving the target. “We need to get it as far away form the rest of the herd as we can, and quickly. Watch out for those horns.” With that, the white wolf started off towards the bison, not waiting for any comments from the others. Though his legs were long, he forced himself to move close to the ground in an attempt to go unnoticed. In theory, herding the bison from the herd would be a simple thing to do, and he was sure it would go just as planned. If not, improvising could work just as well.