Heron Lake Plateau Ma'am... Some other sunset

Colt too took off at Quixote's signal, ignoring the buck and others as soon as he noted they were no longer with the chosen objective.  Instead he took note of Niamh, cutting in and harrying a few.

Figuring it was the best way to help, he took the other side, his pelt bristling and a low snarl rumbling constant from his throat.  He needed to spook some as well, and attempted to cut in between, snapping first at the injured target to frighten them, then at the following to force them to turn.  With any luck he'd serve as a sort of wedge, driving them apart and forcing the latter to follow the buck to safer pastures.