Playing With The Big Boys

Osirs smiled and nodded his cranium, moving towards a nearby snow pile that was downwind from them. His eyes staying locked on the prey as they continued their grazing. He wasn't sure if this was going to be successful, but, at least this would be good practice for them when it came to hunting. His cranium did hurt a little bit when it came to the tree, but he was too occupied with the deer to really care at the moment. When he picked out a weak one that had a bad leg, be ran towards it as quite a good amount of speed, his eyes locked onto his target as well as to where Priscilla was. For it running on only three legs, it had slowed it down quite a bit as he turned it in the direction as to where his friend was waiting for him.

He snapped at the back of it's legs, enticing it into the direction he wanted. The dame he could tell was in a good position to snatch it, allowing her to do the killing blow since he was a bit too small for that, so this would be a good way to use their sizes and strengths when it came to a hunt.