Halla's ears flicked back at the sound of approaching paw steps. She turned and noticed Aslaug and Nolan approaching. She dipped her head in greeting, glad to see them there. She knew they were both skilled hunters and with their help their chances of success increased dramatically. She spoke in low, hushed tones. "There is a young, injured bull. His leg is bleeding and smells infected. My plan is very simple. We make the bison run til the weakest fall behind. When he does we separate him and drag him down. Whoever is in the best position should go for the throat." She believed in fluid plans and didn't want to pigeon hole someone into a specific job. "Sound good?"
