controlling me

Natha took in the information the woman with the birds provided. There was a herd of bison to the northwest, about two dozen and they had young with them as well. A thrill of excitement hummed in her gut. The young would make for excellent targets for the small gathering and like with most young prey they'd be a safer target than trying to mess with an adult. Frankly, Natha wasn't sure she wanted to be involved in going after a much larger beast like a full grown bison. The tusked wolf addressed her and she grinned toothily. "My kind are well adapted for the art of killing. I find it impressive wolves can kill anything without a decent set of claws." She let out a chuckle but then her mood went serious. She was a proud creature, no denying, but she was not arrogant enough to overlook her flaws. "That said my kind are stealth hunters meant for sprints and ambushing. I do not know that I can keep up with your endurance if you seek to run the bison down over many miles."