Your the brains, i'm the brawn

Iolaire had been genuinely surprised when Sirius asked her to accompany him on a hunting trip. There were so many wolves more suited to the task. Hell, all of them were more suited. He seemed to want her though, so she agreed. Though she was a bit worried about his leg, she knew that the giant was going stir crazy. If he rebroke it though... well, she was just going to have to leave him there.

Leaving the poledrag in a safe place, the pair stealthily approached the herd of displaced oxen. Ears swiveled as Sirius laid out his plan. It was decent. Before replying, Iolaire thought for a long minute, eyes scanning the terrain. An idea began to form. Something that could save them time and effort.

The woman turned her attention to her massive sibling. "I also have an idea." She motioned to the right with a point of her dusty blue nose. "If we cut two from the herd, we can run them that way. If we're good and we distract them enough, we can run them right over the side of the cliff. Minimal effort. Then you can finish them off if they're still alive. Cart. Home. Done." She was okay with either plan, but it didn't hurt to have options.