I Can Still Hear it Mooing

Drake had been traveling for quite some time now, the young Ancora finally leaving the North lands to go his own way, much like his sister had. His father, he knew, was somewhere around with the Band he had pledged himself to until the winter season. The pack as far as he was aware, still resided in the North and his grandmother had recently had a litter and it left him wondering how someone so old could still have babies. Then again, the idea of how babies happened was still a mystery to him, but he didn't think about it too often anyway. Right now, his mind was mainly on finding some food and as luck would have it, his companion emerged from some tall grasses with a rather pleased look on his face. "Drake! I found a small herd of bison over that a way, might make for some good lunch eh?" Clear blue eyes turned to look in the direction the lynx had indicated, a thoughtful look in his eyes as he motioned for the feline to lead. "It does sound good, but I doubt we'll be able to get one with just the two of us..." Unless maybe there was a calf or something they might. But with that still came dangers. He was certain the parents would do everything they could to protect a calf, and he was sure they'd know it would be easier to defend against a single wolf.

The pair approached the herd, and as mentioned, it was a herd of six or seven with a couple of calves in the mix. The alabaster boy watched with longing at them, noting their powerful muscles and thick, shaggy hides and their pointed horns. He frowned in dismay when he realized he couldn't spot a sick one among them. Or even an older one...perhaps hunting one would have been easier if it was sick or old, but they all seemed young and healthy. The young male sat down and observed them, "I don't think we're gonna get one of 'em today, mate. We can't do it on our own, best we move on I think..."