King Elk Forest Like a Gilded Idol

Bronco had faith that his partner would slip in and do his job- and when he tilted his head to expand his peripheral vision in the herd's direction, he saw them flow away in a pattern. Resiliently, then, the yearling he'd chosen tried to swerve toward them, but he continued to snap and snarl at it until he was able to get it to turn its back on its herd and run in the opposite direction. Now that he potentially didn't have to worry about any other members of the herd, all he had to do was chase the elk, wear it down, and then do what he could to stop it from exhausting him, too. 

These creatures had great stamina, and while wolves did as well, it wasn't a risk he wanted to take now that he had the yearling singled out. His best bet was to injure it so that it could further injure itself and weaken until it was safe for two wolves to come in close contact. And so, he began to weave dangerously near the elk's heels, which it lifted with sprightly, springy steps. It took a few strides before Bronco managed to be able to anticipate when the elk's near hind foot would be on the ground, and he lunged for it and snapped at the elk's ankle. He bit down as hard as he could before the elk pulled its leg free, blood dripping down its ankle. Now, it couldn't simply sprint away- and he could follow as it limped, taking this time to catch up on his breath while he waited for his copanion to arrive for the final steps.