Thunder On The Ground

A familiar scent caught his attention and Éldi glanced back to see a familiar face. He grinned. "Hey Bourbon, how have you been? That would be great!" He nodded a greeting to the larger man. This was just what they needed. Two extra sets of jaws would definitely help with taking down the bison. "Askr should be back with a report in just a moment." He turned his eyes to the skies where he could see the raven's nimble form gliding on the breeze, diving now and then to scope out weakness. Soon the bird maneuvered back to them and landed in front of the group, giving a quick nod to the strangers before turning to Éldi.

"There's a young bull on the east side of the herd. It has a respiratory infection." Éldi nodded. "Excellent, then our strategy is simple. Get them running until the weakest one falls to the back." He wasn't the sort to put in frills or unnecessary movement. Quick and direct, that was his style. Éldi glanced at Roan. "You good with taking the kill shot? If not I will."