Bison Babes [Quick Pack Hunt-Bison Burger, Everyone!]

Mask was out himself, hunting, though it was small game he sought. Gamebirds, hares and the like. Only bachelor males or injured, though... at this time of year there were too many species raising young for him to risk the population by taking a female. He had just stashed a young gamecock at one of his caches when Regulus' call caught his attention, and he raised his head in interest. A pack-wide hunt was certainly well within his rank's purview, mandatory or no, and he wasn't going to miss the opportunity to show his dedication to his field. He took the time to carefully recover the cache with the cairn of rocks that both marked it's location and protected it from smaller predators, then moved at a lope to catch up with Regulus.

He was a bit surprised to find, as he came into sight of the eye-catching alpha, that he was the only one to have appeared just yet. He paused gracefully to nod greeting to the larger male, then let his gaze be drawn to the dark form that had prompted the hunt. A bison heifer, one hefty foreleg clearly twisted and useless. Still not an easy hunt, not with her bulk and her horns, but... more certain than trying to cut her from the herd and chase her to a standstill. But even with Regulus' own size, two wolves alone could not hope to take down a bison safely. Yet nor could they leave her to suffer and die - that was simply poor stewardship of the herds that called the plains home, and a waste of a great deal of meat that could go towards feeding the pack's multitude of pups. He supposed they would simply have to wait, and hope that more of the pack finally appeared.