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The brute found his own gaze lingering uncomfortably long on the ravens, amused that it could speak but not completely surprised. He'd seen some crazy things since coming to these lands - leave it to one of these strangers to have talking birds. He was mostly intrigued by the answer to his question, and his ears perked when one of the creatures spoke up again.

It didn't seem they'd seen any injured bison, but some young. While he didn't prefer to kill young prey unless necessary, he knew the meal wouldn't go to waste, not between three wolves, a cat and two scavengers. His grows furrowed a bit as he listened to the plan. The feline could be useful to run down one of the calves, perhaps with the ability to run the calf down faster, while the rest of them separated it from the group carefully. "We have to be cautious," he warned, only half-heartedly since he figured they knew as well as him that they didn't need a herd of angry bison trying to charge them down. Between the feline and the three of them, surely they could confuse them enough to lose their trail entirely while they picked off one lone calf. "I'm happy to wait with this one to go in for the kill, if the two of you want to do the herding?"  Between Natha's speed and claws and his heavy weight, he suspected it would be no problem at all to bring the calf down. He glanced questioning to Elias and Naudir, wondering if that plan sounded fine to them too.