Stone Circle We survived the Famine!

Greyback had not heard the commotion behind him, had not noticed the fumbling and messy scene of his mate. Only the calls from Valette to push forward hit his ears, and while taking a few lung-fulls of fresh air the man got up to resume the hunt. Arlette had gone somewhere to Valette, and now West had pushed ahead.

He watched as his son tore across the field to follow the bison, latching onto it's throat and being dragged a great distance. It was almost humorous to the man, except for the fact the boy was in danger. Not humorous.

Greyback followed his son with haste, pushing his legs forward and burning the muscles as he flung his body into the scene. He came around to the same side as West, and in a few moments looked over the animal with amber eyes. It was beginning to tire, and now with teeth digging into its throat the only thoughts in its mind was to run. Surely it was in a mode of fight or flight.

Peeling his lips back to let out a deafening snarl, Greyback flexed his muscles, and in an effort to end the hunt as fast as possible he flung his weight into the bison's shoulder, his teeth meeting the meat of it's muscle and pushing it over, toppling the beast and sending all three of them onto the grass. He had landed on his back, a groan escaping his jaws before he hastily got up and matched West's previous bite. "NOW!" he shouted, "WATCH OUT FOR IT'S LEGS!"