controlling me

Natha's golden eyes surveyed the buffalo with a curious want.  She wanted to know what the flesh of these creatures tasted like when it was fresh.  She'd only ever nibbled on the scraps having never had the luck of finding a young calf to take for herself. Well, perhaps that wasn't true.  She'd seen the young calves but lynx did not hunt buffalo.  She was not big enough or designed for such hunting.  Bison were the prey of pack animals like wolves not solitary felines but she couldn't help but wonder anyway.  Winter was turning into spring, if there were a time to hunt young bison that time was now.

Natha crouched, her spotted coat blending in with the dead grass that covered the knolls, only interrupted here and there with patches of snow.  The air was unusually warm and hinted at the coming of spring while the gray clouds began to gather overhead.  She eyed them carefully before continuing her stalking when all of a sudden she heard a great cry and turned to see a large wolf barreling across the terra at full speed.  

Her curiosity was piqued, ears twitching and she realized that he did not seem to be running toward anything in particular but nor did he seem to be running from anything.  

Natha sprang into action, her long legs and large paws helping her navigate through the frozen landscape as she sought to catch up with the wolf.  She was aware of that old adage 'curiosity killed the cat…. but satisfaction brought it back'.  She wanted to know and called out. "Hey!  What are you running around like a headless prairie chicken for?  There's a herd of bison nearby you're going to rile up, is this some sort of canine hunting strategy?  I have to say I find it particularly odd but I'll assist you for part of the spoils."