Waiter, I'll Take The Veal

Mæva watched as Sirius gazed at the herd with a calculating stare, wondering what he was thinking. He then laid out a plan and she glanced at the snow leopard before nodding. "Ok, sounds good. Nice to meet you Bast." Mæva rather liked cats when they weren't trying to eat her. Geira was her closest friend in the world but right now the caracal was off hunting rabbits so she was on her own. Mæva was wishing she hadn't suggested they split up. Then they could hunt with two cats. Ah well, for next time.

She eyed the herd. Most of her strategy typically involved just making the herd run until someone fell behind. To actively herd an animal toward Sirius was going to be one fo the most complicated things she'd tried yet. The young cow was at the back of the herd. She chewed her lip for a moment then nodded. "Ok, Bast, let's sneak around to the far side. I'll charge on the right, you take the left and we'll see if we can funnel her right toward Sirius." It wasn't a perfect plan, she didn't like the idea of accidentally driving the rest of the herd right to Sirius but there wasn't a good way to get the calf to the front of the herd without risking the whole hunt. He looked big and scary enough she hoped the bison would just avoid him.

Mæva slinked around through the grasses and the snow. The white patch on the back of her neck and shoulders, mixed in with her darker coat worked in her favor as camouflage. She moved patiently and carefully until she was in position. She glanced at Bast then back at the bison cow. "Now!" She yelled as she leapt forward with a snarl. The sudden noise startled the bison and they promptly started to run away from the noise. Mæva took up position on the right of the yearling cow, trying to find the sweet spot of being close enough to drive the animal but not to close that it would try doubling back. At one point the cow reached out to try and kick her. Mæva shifted to the side, avoiding the hooves. As they neared Sirius, Mæva readied her jaws and pressed in closer, knowing the calf was likely to try and bust to one side or another when presented with the giant dire wolf.