I Can Still Hear it Mooing

"You know, I bet you could find someone else to help, if you asked real nicely."

The wolf crouching there nearby, grinning at the boy, was of course Chaos. Who else would it be? He'd been observing the herd himself, reminiscing about hours spent as a pup doing the same thing and longing to give chase but firmly forbidden to by his parents. He'd hunted bison later in life with his mother and Vana, before she'd taken off, and before his mother had been too elderly for them to risk it. A single bison was more than just a feast for a few wolves, it was beautiful, glorious gluttony, and the hide was just _amazing_ for winter. When the younger blue-eyed, black and white wolf with his lynx buddy had happened to show up talking about the herd, it had been a sign from a non-existent god that today was the day to take one of the giant beasts.

"Find me a couple more and we'll get ourselves a bison," he added confidently, because while he was just that - confident - he wasn't an idiot. The bison weren't easy prey and he wasn't going to get killed in a stampede for a meal and a buffalo robe. But they would be really nice...

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