Hey Caribou-bou, How About That Pick-I-Nic Basket

Their numbers shuffled around but there were still 4 hunters. He nodded swiftly to the lynx. There was no time now to argue the point as the herd was running. The stampeded over the ground, flowing along it like water. As they ran divisions began to appear within the herd as weaker animals slipped toward the back. Dómari's eyes picked up the injured male he'd seen earlier and dove straight toward it. Picking up the pace he slipped toward the back of the animal and snapped his fangs violently behind it to hary the animal.

The buck's weight shifted to his front legs as he kicked out at Dómari. The older male was forced to retreat but the gesture bought time for his allies to close in.