Born to Run

Éldi nodded in agreement to Bourbon. He was good with that and more than willing to split the pelt from such a fine catch, even if it was one of the calves. The women got things going, swiftly chasing the oxen who immediately panicked and started running. Perfect! Éldi took to his paws and gave chase, seeking to catch up. Patience came into play as the oxen ran and the women did a marvelous job of keeping them going. Such large animals with such big coats would overheat if pushed hard enough and sure enough the calves started to fall behind.

Éldi barked out to Bourbon, indicating he wanted to go for the one on the right. He then dove between that calf and the other one, separating it from the other calf, but there was still the matter of it getting awfully close to catching up with the mothers. They needed to cut it off quick or the adults might decide it best to stop and circle up around the young and then the wolves would be shit out of luck. Éldi snapped at the left side of the calf, fangs just grazing its left thigh. It slowed as it kicked out of him and he hoped this would give Bourbon enough time to separate the calf.