Kildeer Rest pakstoka

She described the big white wolves with scars, and Veteran searched his memory. "I think I've seen them..." He noted with a bit of hesitation.  He had seen a lot of white wolves in the camp, and a lot of wolves with scars. There were more wolves coming and going from the camp than he'd ever seen in one place, and it was difficult to keep track of them all. 

She liked his plan. He grinned.

"Perfect!" he complimented after she made her own additions to the plan. The area with the deep snow lay to the left of the cow's trajectory, which would mean that he would be primarily responsible for bullying the creature in the correct direction, given that he would be placed on the creature's right flank. He was so up for the challenge. "Let's go!" he yipped excitedly, beginning the charge towards the target.

He growled and barked as he approached, trying to get the cow to begin running. Instead of increasing its pace, it stopped in its tracks and swung its head in his direction listlessly. Veteran slowed his charge about ten wolfslengths from the creature, confused as to why it hadn't started running. 

Finally, it moved. It began lumbering forward. Veteran exchanged a glance with his hunting partner before moving to the right side of the creature. He leapt, jaws aiming to bite at its flank and begin letting blood.