Holey Cow Squat! [Pack Hunt]

Domari was quick to get to business, which was important on a hunt when you couldn't depend on the herd to politely stay where you left them. Buffalo! It wasn't something he'd hunted in a long time, not since his father was alive. Domari's plan was sound. The last thing they needed was for the buffalo to have time to decide to stand their ground, they needed to get them panicked and stampeding right away, and keep them running until weaker bison began to fall behind the healthy ones and they could pick their target. "My fangs aren't much good for catching and holding at a run," he offered mildly, not in protest but in explanation. Domari's plan was fine, it was simply Red who wasn't quite able to live up to the normal wolf way of hunting. "It would risk breaking one. But I can slash tendons and muscle at the run, and will try to stay out of the way of anyone trying to get a grip on her." He gave them all a faintly apologetic smile, then shook himself til his bristles clattered. "I am ready when you are, Huntmaster."