Meals on Wheels

The Warlord rose and accompanied the hunt. Leaping forward, and clicking his teeth together. His elongated fangs grazing the back legs of the closest bison. Showing himself to them, and helping to send them into a frenzy. Likely, he was the largest wolf they had ever seen. One bison that seemed inclined to split from the herd, he scored a deep scratch, pushing his fangs out of their sheths to leave their mark.

It bellowed, truly frightened past reason, the whites of its eyes showing as it ran with all the speed it could muster. Yeah, this herd didn’t stand a chance, not with him and the other giants running them down. He ensure he would angle away and to the side of them when they neared the pit.