Mist and Fangs [PACK HUNT]

Brandr drove the elk cow hard, his fangs continuing to snap. His goal was to make the creature stumble and in that moment of weakness the wolves would be able to take her down completely. The cow turned sharply to his right and Brandr had to dig in and twist to keep up with her trajectory.  This was a strong herd despite the weaknesses and he couldn't help but be impressed.  Brandr hoped everyone was moving into position quickly as the cow was giving him some trouble. He'd been pretty lucky as a hunter so far. He'd only had a few minor scraps and bruises and it seemed fate decided the tables needed to be flipped.

As Brandr moved in to try and seize the cows right ankle she shifted suddenly, the leg was lifted out of his reach as she shifted her weight to her front limbs. Brandr's jaws snapped over empty air where her leg had been and BAM! She kicked straight back, her hooves cracking into the left front of his skull. He  yelped and went down hard. Pain lit across his vision before he blacked out.

-exit via unconsciousness-