The Spilt Blood Spreads Round and Round

Had it not been for the red print on his shoulder and the darkness of his eyes and nose, seeing Kove move around above the snow would have been a difficult task. His ghostly fur helped him when it came to the hunt, as bison possess poor eyesight. The only problem was that they made up for it with good hearing and sense of smell, making the long-legged wolf's coat essentially useless in aiding them. That couldn't stop him from running at and around the grand beast, however, and certainly didn't keep him from nipping and snapping at it's legs and sides. He wanted to target the front legs, as the animals looked top heavy, but those horns kept him away. He went after the hind legs, his lean body getting grazed often when the beast would try to kick him away.

“Burke,” he called out, an idea coming to mind as he worked to loop around to the other side of the bison. “Think you could try and headbutt it's side? Try to break something if you think you can, it'll make it easier to bring it down.” Before his last words had left his mouth, Kove had already maneuvered himself around to the other side of the bison, his jaws snapping and biting at it's legs and hind quarters.