Holey Cow Squat! [Pack Hunt]

Dómari listened as Red spoke up about his fangs and Dómari nodded. He was glad the other man had said something as he really didn't know much about what it would be like to hunt with longer fangs. "Thanks, Red. That sounds good to me!" He nodded to Nolan and waited a moment to see if there were any other questions. "Alright, let's get started."

Dómari slipped into the grass, lowering himself as best he could. He wasn't really the right color to blend in so he stopped several times when he felt he was being watched. Dómari barked suddenly when he was as close as he thought he could get, the bark acting as a signal to charge. He shot forward with a snarl. Startled the bison turned and began to stampede. Dómari focused his attention on keeping them running as his eyes scoured the herd for the sick cow. He pushed the bison harder, fangs snapping at their heels as the racing animals ate up the terrain of the plains.

They were fanning out but at last he spied the ailing cow. She was falling further and further behind as the healthier animals picked up speed. He twisted his head as his fangs latched onto the back of her right hind leg. She flailed and kicked and eventually slipped out of his grip. He put on a burst of speed, seeking to catch back up.