Your the brains, i'm the brawn

The sign was giving and the game was begun. Io and Bast moved fluidly together, the small wolf's legs blurring in a flurry of motion. She was tiny, but she was quick. She watched the pair of oxen, but she also watched Sirius and Bast. Situational awareness was key to a hunt without injury.

As the pair of beasts yearned to be with their brethren, their course began to alter. Sirius took action, sinking his teeth into a running haunch. This brought the oxen veering her way. Putting on a burst of speed, Iolaire snarled and snarled, correcting their course. She wouldn't get too close to the legs as one kick could easily kill her. She did, however, latch onto one dread-like lock and give it a hard pull. The beast bellowed and age pulled away, giving it enough room to feel secure, but also keeping it from going off course again.

The cliff edge was grown ever closer. The real trick would be to keep them from seeing it until it was too late. Once they came within a reasonable distance, Iolaire's snarls and growls increased in volume. The eyes of the beasts rolled white with fear. Just a few more yards and the siblings would be victorious.