Stone Circle The mess is mine

Ira had her orders and that was all she needed to take action. The long legged wolf sped towards the running heard, snarling if any of the beasts grew too close. Hunting wasn't exactly her forte, but fighting was. Intimidation was something she could use here, so that's what she did, jaws snapping at the beasts to keep them from swerving off towards the other group that was focusing on their target.

A shout caught the grey-scaled wolf's attention as she cast a glance back towards a younger wolf she remembered speaking to before. If her memory served her correctly her name was Vespera. Her insults towards the bison seemed strangly out of place to the female, especially for a hunt, but at least her brashness managed to get through to the heard. As Vespera started to fall away from the group, her eyes drifted over to see how things were going with the other half of the pack.