The Spilt Blood Spreads Round and Round

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Grim stuck with Kove while the big brute of a wolf went to rile up the herd. The female that Burke had pointed out was slow to move to join it's herd, so Grim took the opportunity and left Kove's side to try to wedge himself between the group of bison and the sickly female. He snapped his jaws at it's legs, growling low in his chest. The female bulks from him. Grim smiles. Seperating this one was easy. Now it was time for them to try to bring her down.

His smile disappears underneath slight worry. His confidence in trying to bring such a large bulky creature down was not as high as he would have liked. The experience with something this large is zero. Ears flatten against his head, he lunges in to take a bite of the bison. Its head moves down, horns flashing towards him. Grim quickly retreats, but not without gaining a bruise from a horn that has managed to clip his side. He shakes it off. The horn didn't pierce his skin. A simple wound, nothing he can't handle.