Lesson One: Work together

The Warlord would move away from the two smaller wolves, watching from the corner of his eye as he waited for them to get into position. He himself crept closer to the herd, sneaking between the calf and the adults. At least there was a decent space between them. He crouched low in the grass, pulling himself forward by his forpaws, butt scrapping earth.

Once he was sufficiently near them, he burst free from the grass, charging down on the calf, which lurched forward in surprise and fear. Sirius kept quiet, making no noise to further its alarm. The herd would know by now what's happening, but he just needed them to decide that it was too late to intervene.

He herded the calf towards the two waiting boys, working hard to keep it from verying to any side in its mad dash to escape him.