Locking Horns With Heaven

Gryphon's muzzle twitched into an involuntary smile at the colorful girl's enthusiasm. Ok, so not so much like the glowing runt Iskra had found. He couldn't help but think wistfully back to when he and his own littermates were as innocent and enthusiastic, before everything had changed. Would they have stayed like this if they'd just stayed in Imperium where that enthusiasm could have been nurtured? Lykos had found a friend and mentor there, while Gryphon and Kharnage had been too sick to participate in pack life, and it had changed him. Having to leave that had turned him into something... angry, cold. Mercy may have been a poor friend to have, but what if that had been tempered by Valentine's influence rather than left to fester alone and tear the family apart? What if they'd never had to deal with their mother's relationship with Vereux, with being replaced by the love-litter she had with the fugitive? Would he be a better parent than his own had been? He'd never know.

The other female - he really needed to know their names, if only to keep them straight in his own head - offered up some advice based on her own previous experience with the bison. Gryphon had no personal experience with the beasts - he'd grown up around them, but never hunted them. They didn't look much different than some of the creatures in the south that he'd observed though. Water buffalo and gaur and the like. Hm. He didn't much fancy the odds of trying to break them out of a huddle with only one of the three adults having any experience with them. But what if... what if they didn't hunt like wolves? What if they hunted like a pride of lionesses instead?

"What if..." he started out thoughtfully, his green eyes focused on the distant grazing beasts. "What if we don't give them a chance to bunch up? If we creep up through the grass from downwind we might be able to get close enough to ambush one of the spring calves, grab one by the nose and keep it immobilized away from the rest of the herd while they are still getting themselves huddled. Maybe the pup - I'm sorry, I don't know your name - can run back and forth between us and the herd barking at them to keep them focused on her and not on what we're doing so none of them gets it in their head to stomp on us and save their baby. We'd have to time it right, though, you'd have to start chasing the herd as soon as we get hold of the bison so they don't have a chance to notice it's missing. Would you be able to do that?"

OOC - sorry it took so long, I'm awful.