The Spilt Blood Spreads Round and Round

Last round, guys. Congrats on the successful hunt!

In all honesty, the pale being had not expected the idea to go as well as it did. Sure, it had resulted in the tank sporting a limp of his own, but his weight and force had been enough to break the knee of the bison and that was more important. It meant that the creature had a very slim chance of escaping them, and even if it did it wouldn't live long anyways. A broken knee in such a large creature would never go unnoticed, and it would end up being the target of many wolves to come. Lucky for them, though, the efforts would not be in vain. It hadn't taken long after for the violent male to dart in for the kill, which he executed just as wonderfully as Kove had been expecting.

While the bison laid dying, the white wolf watched as the blood drained from it's wounds and the life from it's eyes. He gave a nod to the creature once the last sliver of life forced slipped away from it, then turned his attention to his fellow hunters. “Very good job to the both of you,” Kove stated, his gaze slowly drifting over to Burke—or, more particularly, his shoulder. “You should have Meldresi check that out once we return home, just to be on the safe side.” With his snout, he pointed to his shoulder to make his words more clear, then turned back to look at the bison's body. “I'm sure our fellow pack mates will be glad to see this,” he said, heading towards the beast as he did so. Getting such a large thing back to the Woods would surely be one hell of a task, but one well worth the trouble.