Daegmar moved to join him, taking up position on the cow's left side. The boy having been chased in a half circle, had fallen behind, and it wasn't until his mentor managed to get a grip on the bison's leg that he caught up. Wary of her heels, the young brute came up on the cow's right side in the hopes of aiding Daegmar in her assault without getting in her way. With two wolves attacking on opposite sides, he was hoping that the bison wouldn't know who to go for. At the very least, their presence should be enough to keep her distracted. A hoof sailed over his head and the boy ducked, his reaction almost too slow. The cow managed to catch his right ear, snapping it back and causing it to slap against his skull with startling force. Surprised, Laufey's stride faltered and he dropped back several paces. That was too close! There was no time to dwell on it though and the young brute, even though there was now a healthy dose of fear in him, pressed on. He surged forward, long strides bringing him quickly towards his target. His jaws parted, neck extending as he strove to sink his fangs into the cow's right thigh. "Speech"

Out of the corner of his eye, Nemesis saw his brother get hit. He gasped, unable to contain the sound. "Phaes!" The other Olympian recovered quickly and while his fear wasn't easily overcome, Nemesis chose not to abandon the hunt either. Instead he surged forward, intent on backing up his siblings as they brought down the target. He sunk his fangs into the calf's leg once more, this time releasing immediately so that he wasn't jarred as much as the first time. The moment his balance was restored, the boy was bounding forward once more to slash at the bison's leg. The process repeated itself over and over until the young Olympian was dripping with blood and the calf, growing weak, began to slow. Sensing the change in the creature, Laufey abandoned the limb and sped up, aiming to tear into the calf's belly. "Speaking" Thinking

Oblivious to the cows attempts to come stampeding towards her calf and its attackers Andromeda continued alongside her brothers and Freyja, darting in and out swiftly with attacks to the back of the calf's legs. Group and calf were bloodied in their actions and whilst it seemed to do little but cause more fear into the creature, soon Andromeda could see the effect. The calf was slowing, growing weaker. Any attempts to kick out now were rather pitiful and though the attention was focussed upon continuing it was getting far easier to keep up with now and less effort needed in the lunges to attack. Andromeda would hold back from one attack now as Nemesis moved forwards once more. Again the gilded Olympus would gasp as he moved further forwards this time, aiming for the stomach rather than the target of the legs that D?gmar had told them to seek. Once already the boy had nearly dragged himself beneath the bison's feet even though it was slower and weaker now it was still heavy and if either of them stumbled, she wasn't sure she could bear to even imagine the possibilities.

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Caught up in the heat of protective anger and the chaos of blood and flying hooves the pain of his shoulder was a distant thing, and his pacific nature buried beneath the instincts that were designed to keep him alive on the hunt. Not as fast as Nemesis or Andromeda or the golden woman Freyja he nonetheless galloped along with them, his bites landing only one to every two or three of theirs but powerfully. He snapped out again, the bite landing barely above the beast's hock as its leg extended backwards in its stride. The position allowed the teeth to sink deeply and when the leg was pulled forward he felt the fangs catch on ligament and instinctively clamped down with his jaws and pulled his weight back instead of letting go as he had been doing. He was pulled forward much as his brother had been but now the calf was far more exhausted and Hephaestus much heavier, and he was only dragged a short ways before something gave way and he tumbled onto the ground from the unexpected release of his grip, the abrupt landing shocking him out of his focused state. Continuing ahead the calf was stumbling badly now, bawling and dragging a leg made useless by the torn ligament, but Hephaestus remained sprawled, blinking up at the tableau formed by his siblings, the golden woman, and the failing calf, feeling the blood and gore coating his gold and tan form and feeling utterly bewildered.

ooc: I DECLARE THIS HUNT FINISHED! feel free to post after if you'd like but it's not required.

D?gmar's jaws ripped further into the thigh of the mother buffalo who stumbled violently before crashing to the earth. The impact dislodged the blood-thristry wraith and she hit the ground with a thud. D?gmar quickly got to her feet as the mother bison struggled up as well. Her head was ringing, ears filled with the sound of thundering hooves and the shrill cry of the calf as it paniced and fought. She turned as the cry strung out. The calf was on the ground, weakly kicking at the wolves that swarmed around it. Blood coated the little beast and within moments it stopped moving? dead. The cow paced back and forth for a moment but some instinct told her the calf was dead and she turned to follow the rest of the herd. D?gmar trotted over to the group and let out a howl summoning Katja to see the handiwork of their new pack as well as a call to anyone else who wanted to eat. "Well, that was fun. I don't say this often but? good work. You all might shape up to be decent hunters after all"