Rawhide [PACK HUNT!]

ooc: Last round, due by the end of the day December 6. I'll post and have Brandr conclude the hunt and call the rest of the pack to eat.

The bison Brandr was facing stomped its hooves but he didn't back off. Fangs snapped, spit flew and he could see that the vicious display was slowly starting to wear away their resolve. He could smell the fear starting to leak from their pelts. Everyone was hard at work and it felt good to be working as a unit. Corentine pulled up beside him tell him to go. He shot her a questioning glance wondering what she was referring to. There would be no going anywhere until they got the bison running and it would take all of them to do so. One tiny wolf was not enough to strike fear into the hearts of a dug in herd. However, if she wanted to work on this side that was fine with him. He nodded then darted several feet away to start harassing the bison there, each time growing bolder in his advances. His fangs ripped into ones leg sending it shaking back. Had he nicked a tendon? It was hard to tell and he'd scrambled out of the way so quickly he couldn't check. That bison turned and started pushing at its fellows. Yes, c'mon…. The herd was growing more restless, swelling and shifting and Brandr could feel the tension longing to break. Kassander lit the match and the bison were stampeding at last. Brandr moved swiftly alongside them, keeping his eyes on Kassander and praying the male got out safely. For a heart-stopping moment he was afraid he'd gotten one of his own packmates killed when fate showed him a kind hand and the other was able to make it out. Pounding hooves seemed to echo in his chest as Brandr gave chase, he was built for this sort of thing. The bison would be hard pressed to beat him in a game of endurance and his patience was rewarded as they began to string out. The stronger ones pulled ahead while the weak and the young fell back until at last at the back of the line was a struggling, wheezing, yearling. Brandr let out a bark, signaling the target to the others. Putting on a burst of speed Brandr pulled ahead of the yearling and then pressed in closer to it. It panicked and started to turn to its right. He continued to snap at it until at last it was separated. Now they needed to bring it down. The yearling lowered it's head and charged at him but Brandr danced out of the way and instead sunk his fangs into the creatures left shoulder, letting his body weight pull on it. This was dangerous, to be so close to horns and hooves but he was far back enough he'd be difficult to reach and he hoped the others would join him soon and they could make short work of their quarry. "Talk" "You" Think