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Spooking a herd wasn't technically a difficult task to accomplish- but making them move in the right direction took a but of focus and a lot of dodging in one direction and then another as he attempted to put pressure wherever there was resistance. He rushed forward to snap at the ankles of one of the herbivores, which caused it to cry out in pain and shove itself against the others, pushing them out of its way- and the others around it would soon follow without needing any further prompts from the Blackthorn. 

One, however, lingered; a large female whose gaze panned past Bronco toward where the calf was, separated and guarded by the other wolves. Bronco cast a glance over his shoulders but as soon as he did, the cow elk strode forward, head lowered as though to herd him out of her way. "Do it now," He called out. He turned his gaze back to the cow elk. "I'll hold her off!" He said, though just as he shouter, the elk lifted its head and began to move again, hoping it could lope past him to get to its calf. Bronco, though, was a worthy opponent, and matched its pace, working as a furry barrier in keeping her from getting back to her calf's side.