Excitement stirred in her stomach though it didn't show in her face. She was eager to get started on the hunt. They soon had a target picked and it was time to get things going. Halla slinked down after Wyndelin, working to stay in the grasses. She stalked closer and closer to the bison and the moment Wyndelin charged so did she. Halla barked loudly and snapped at the nearest cow. She kept right on the bison's feet, trying to make sure they didn't even think about turning around and regrouping.
Halla's eyes scouted through the herd as she spied the old bull. She put on a burst of speed and sought to come up along side the bull. With help from the others they could start to cut the bison off from the rest of the herd.
