Abaven's victory in the raid made him proud. Brandr was healing well and though he was a little sore he felt good enough to do some hunting. While scouting with Ambi the eagle had spied a heard of a bout fifteen bison grazing on the Serpent Plains. It was too good an opportunity to pass up. If they could take down one of the bison they could really throw a feast. It was a great way to celebrate their victory! It would be a challenge though. Winter had arrived swiftly and harshly, a snow storm dumping a good amount of snow on the ground. There was nearly a foot of it. Still, it was worth a shot. Brandr tipped back his head and howled for the pack. "Talk" "You" Think

Deadline is May 18th 5:00 pm central time

Twig’s body had healed, she hadn’t suffered much in the way of injuries but it was much more psychologically damaging. She still couldn’t believe that she had lost so quickly. She hadn’t been able to step up and defend Abaven like she thought she would. Despite her promotion from Theory she returned to the mindset of failure. She couldn’t protect her nephews and she couldn’t protect Abaven. Twig hadn’t spoken her thoughts to anyone, though she wanted desperately to confess to Corvus. Of all the wolves in the pack he had shown her the most support. She didn’t want to bother Beat or Theory with her weaknesses.

These thoughts always seemed to be on her mind, but they would be disrupted as she heard Brandr’s call for a hunt. At the very least she might be able to reprove herself by helping to provide where she couldn’t hold her own in an attack. Twig was quick to make her way to the lead hunter’s side. She offered him a quick grin and nod and waited for their pack mates.

Lucine Scylding Her father's howl in the distance brought a smile to her lips and her tail gently wagged. He was calling the pack together for a hunt and after being sick for so long participating in a pack hunt was a must for her. She had been holed up in the den for so long it felt like she didn't even know her pack anymore. Which in reality that was a rather big stretch of the truth, but it helped to motivate her to participate. She hadn't participated in many big hunts, mostly smaller ones and she knew it was always a great way to bond with others. Plus she would always be up for the opportunity to hunt with her father. It had been a while since she really just to spend much time with him and she made note to do that. Her mother was busy, preparing more healing supplies to keep treating those who had been wounded during the raid. Picking up her pace she headed in the direction of her father's call, her baby blues shining bright with excitement for the hunt. She was wondering what her father had found to hunt, what type of big animal were they hunting today? She also wondered what pack members would show up to his call and if there was any new faces for her to meet. Hurrying her pace to get there as quick as she could. When she arrived there was only her father and a wolf she had seen around before, but hadn't personally met with. She dipped her head in greeting to the women before going to her dad and gently nuzzling him on the neck in a greeting. "Speech"

Beat had been far off when the faint call came. If he didn't go fast, he'd miss whatever meeting was being called. Throwing his weight into his paws, the young man ran as fast as his legs would carry him. Over rock and tree he leaped, keeping up his momentum.

By the time Beat arrived at the gathering, he was quite out of breath. Panting, the two toned boy staggered over to stand beside Twig. He offered her a weak smile and sat, shooting a bashful grin to the others present.

Twig was the first to arrive and he smiled warmly at the young warrioress who was also a skilled huntress. Lucine was the next to arrive. His tail wagged lightly at seeing his daughter. It felt like it had been so long since they'd last hunted together and he was eager and excited for her company. He moved to meet her, returning her nuzzle before moving to sit down. Beat was the last to arrive and Brandr smiled and nodded a quick greeting. "Thank you all for joining me. There's a small herd of bison moving through the plains. I'd like to approach them from behind and get them running. There is a young male that Ambi says appears in poor health and will likely fall behind for the taking. When it does those that can get hold of it should try and bring it down and whoever is available should take the kill shot. Any questions?" "Talk" "You" Think

Due Date: June 1st, 5:00 pm Central Time (No post order!)

Twig was kind of sad when Corvus didn’t show up for the hunt, but when Beat appeared her tail wagged eagerly at her hips and she grinned brightly at the boy. He may not have been her son but she cared deeply for the orphan and knew he cared for her too. He’d made leaps and bounds in his recovery and she wasn’t sure she could be more proud. She offered him a quick nuzzle as her attention was shifted to Brandr and the start of the hunt.

The young Memoire didn’t recognize the she wolf who showed up, but she couldn’t help but guess that she was the daughter of their master hunter. She grinned as Brandr offered up their intended target, if they could manage to fell a bison all of Abaven would be well fed. Excitement raced through her as she nodded in understanding. Without much else instruction Twig wouldn’t hesitate to begin.

Carefully she made her way behind the herd as Brandr said, assuming the rest of the hunters were beside her the woman leapt forward at breakneck speed. She howled menacingly and with little more effort the bison began to stampede.

Lucine Scylding After her father returned the warm greeting, she stepped back to see the last wolf arrive. She could tell he was younger, but couldn't remember seeing him before, but the other female seemed to recognize him as did her father. Her blue eyes turned to her father as he began to explain his findings and the game plan. This hunt sounded exciting and bison were a big prey animal. If they were successful the pack would be eating well tonight and it would be a hunt that she would be proud to participate. She knew she would need to be focused since they were going against such a big animal. Her father had been the only wolf here that she had hunted with before, but she felt that she could easily adapt to hunting with the other two pack members. She contained her excitement as she fallowed the female to position herself behind the herd. Blue eyes looked to the herd after she was in position and she patiently waited for everyone to be ready. It was a little overwhelming as she looked as the herd, her stomach giving a nervous flutter as she watched the bison move around. Ears took in the snorts and grunts of the beasts as she did her own quick survey of the herd until they were ready to attack. "Speech"

Beat returned the nuzzle as Twig leaned into him. He was glad that she was here. It gave him an added boost of confidence that he desperately needed. The boy didn't normally hunt with others. In fact, he was incredibly new to the hunting game all together. He could only hope that he did everything correctly and would remember all of the pointers that Corvus had given him. He noted the lightly colored woman that joined the hunt, though he couldn't place her name. She was pretty though, and he felt a little bit of nervousness rise within him. He hoped that he didn't screw up in front of her.

As Brandr laid out the plan, the black and white youngling listened, nodding when asked if he understood. Naturally, he trailed off after Twig, allowing her to lead him to the proper place to start the hunt. However, when she ran straight for the tail end of the herd, he didn't follow. Instead, Beat ran to the side, curving around the edge of the herd to keep their prey, a trailing young bull that looked like it had an injured leg, from melding in with the rest of the group. Ears tucked to his skull, Beat snarled and snapped as he came close, altering the course of his prey, pushing it back towards the rest of his hunting party.

"Chatting." & 'Thinking'

Hearing no questions Brandr set out toward the herd, moving carefully through the snow. When he neared he suddenly burst forward toward the back of a large bull, snapping his teeth. Startled, the large animal bolted forward. Those nearest to him followed suit and as Brandr's pack mates drove the herd the bison all began running. A few cows broke away but Brandr didn't sweat it, keeping his focus locked on the younger, injured bull. Brandr bounded through the snow as he kept pace with the herd. Unlike the wolves, the bison had to break trail through the deep snow, pushing straight through it and because of this they were likely to tire out more quickly. Brandr picked up the pace and closed in on the bull. His fangs lashed out toward the bison's left leg, locking onto its hind left thigh. He pulled down sharply, trying to use his weight to cause it to stumble. "Talk" "You" Think

Due Date: Whenever we finish xD

The rest of the herd continued on easily, like the sacrificial lamb their intended target did indeed become the very slowest of the bunch. However much weaker it was the creature was still not to be underestimated. It was a huge animal with more strength than the four of them combined. At the pack closed in the began to snap and harry. Beat and Brandr both seemed to make contact with their teeth. Little snaps here and there wouldn’t do it, but maybe exhaustion would. Twig kept going, her energy near endless unlike the bull that could be seen tiring. Still it waded through the snow like butter, but it was so much slower now.

Brandr managed to catch it’s leg violently and Twig grinned at their chance. The giant beast stumbled and went down. Now the question was, would it be tired enough to not get back up? Twig added her own efforts and raced up to the bull as it made its first attempt to rise, but Twig aimed to slam her shoulder into its own at full speed. It was enough to keep it down and allow the other two to end its life.

Fangs sank deep into the bison's thigh and it struggled to kick back at him with the snow in the way. As the bison shifted its weight forward he pulled sharply to the side. It stumbled and went down and in a moment the wolves were on the hapless creature. Seeing an opportunity Brandr released the bison's leg and bounded toward the front of the animal. Moving swiftly he locked his jaws underneath its throat, just under the jaw bone. His fang placement was perfect but his body positioning had him almost directly in front of the bison as it twisted and writhed. Brandr tried to shuffle himself to the side but in that moment, with its last bit of strength, the bison surged to its feet. Brandr held on for dear life as the bison got to its feet. It didn't stand long. A moment later the breath left it and it came crashing down, right on top of Brandr. He yelped, loosing his grip as one of the bison's hooves landed solidly on his left ankle. Immediately he felt nauseous and light headed as he scrambled out from under the bison, swiftly realizing he couldn't put weight on the leg. His ankle was broken. "Talk" "You" Think

Hope its ok that I throw in the kill shot! I'm going to be cleaning up some threads and figured since we only need one more post each I'd get this one wrapped up. We can just say they escorted Brandr back to his wife who can fix him up. :)

When the bison fell, Beat was on it. Teeth tore into the hide and he placed his body weight atop it to help hold it down. In no time at all, the creature was dead. Settling back, the boy scanned his packmates with blue and purple eyes. Brandr was injured and Beat's brow furrowed. "Are you okay?" He noted the look of pain on the man's face and saw the strange angle of the ankle.

Separating himself from the bison, Beat sidled up alongside Brandr, pressing his side against the mans. He would help to escort him back home and would come back later for the bison. Maybe Twig and Lucine would get it ready and they could all run bits and pieces back to the pack.