Rawhide [PACK HUNT!]
11-02-2017, 10:07 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-02-2017, 10:34 AM by Brandr.)
ooc: Thanks guys! Next round due end of the day on November 13th, no posting order.
Brandr was delighted that Corentine was the first to show. She'd become a dear friend and a trusted hunting partner and it wouldn't be quite the same without her. She moved next to him quietly, her fur brushing against his in greeting and he leaned over to gently nudge her shoulder in a return greeting. He wasn't to worried about making noise. The bison were grazing in the field and would not easily bolt at the presence of wolves… which was exactly what would make this hunt such a challenge. Dividing the herd would be dangerous work but they could not succeed otherwise. Lark was the next to show and Brandr dipped his head in a respectful greeting. He knew Lark was one of Bass' children, one of a royal line. Though they had not interacted much he respected the older man. The last to arrive was Kassander, the old wise man, or that was at least what he made Brandr think of. Brandr addressed the group, keeping his voice low out of habit. "Thank you all for coming, for those that don't know me I'm Brandr Scylding, Cacciatore of Abaven, its lead hunter. We have a great opportunity today. There is a herd of bison grazing in the plains." He gestured with his head to where the dark shapes of the great beasts could be seen moving in the distance. "We'll want to approach quickly and quietly so they do not stampede before we are ready, though when they see us they will likely group together. Our challenge will be to separate them and get them running while avoiding horns and hooves. Whichever bison falls the farthest behind will be our target. I'm afraid this will be a bit off the cuff." So much relied on how the bison reacted that it was hard to plan in advance. Ambushing on the plains would be useless. "I will take the task of cutting our straggler off from the rest of the herd. The rest of you attack where you can, whatever you can get to cause the most damage but stay safe." There wasn't much that could be done about a 'kill shot' when it came to bison. If one of them could safely get their mouth around the bison's muzzle perhaps they could suffocate it but Brandr had never tried such a tactic and he was skeptical about its practicality. In his family they relied on massive traumatic injury, going for the gut and the thicker veins in the legs. "Let's go." Sinking low Brandr slunk off into the dying grasses of the plains as heavier flakes of snow began to fall. He got as close as he could but a shift in the wind betrayed the presence of the wolves. The bison began to bellow and stomp, clumping together. The younger bison were grouped in the middle, the older ones surrounding the young, their horns facing out in a circle as the stamped. Brandr's hackles rose and he snarled darting forward and snapping at the bison as one lowered it's head and lunged at him before shuffling back into rank. "Talk" "You" Think |