Born to Run

Éldi's ears flicked back at the sound of approaching paw steps. He turned and stared in surprise at an outrageously colored woman. He felt his stomach turn but then remembered that most prey were color blind and if they could see color it would be along the line of blues and greens. Still, he wasn't sure on musk oxen and he wasn't keen to have this brilliant beacon of a hunter giving away their position. On the other paw though he did need help if he wanted this hunt to go well, and she certainly looked like she was in need of a good meal. He nodded. "Yea, you want in?"

Before the girl replied two more wolves appeared… well, wolves? He glanced at Bourbon, a quirk in his brow. No, that was definitely not a wolf with a weird ear mutation, it was a dog! Strange company, but another set of jaws was welcome. He glanced at the woman who accompanied the dog and grinned at the horns and pregnant belly. Now this was a merry band of misfits. A screaming beacon of color, a dog, and a pregnant woman with horns! Yet, they all had fangs, and legs and were wiling to work and he needed help.

"Sounds good. Thanks for offering to help, this will be much easier with four of us and I'm fine splitting the kill equally. I would like half the hide if possible." He also wanted the horns but he didn't want to be too greedy. He nodded to the pregnant woman. "Ok, sounds good. We'll need to get them running anyway and utilize our endurance. Ideally, we'll want the calves to fall behind. If the ladies can get the herd going, then the men can separate the calf and I'll take care of the killing bite." He was the biggest of the group and with one of the women pregnant and the other looking partially starved he felt he was better able to take on the risk of getting gored. "My name is Éldi by the way. Ladies, you're up!"