Ground Beef

As Beat padded along, he noted three wolves standing on the edge of a herd of bison. The old Beat would have tucked tail and slunk away, but he was the new and improved Beat. The young man was becoming more social and the more he interacted with others, the more comfortable he became with it. Besides, he could go for a bite of bison.

Padding forward, he did tuck his ears a bit so that he looked less threatening. He was rather large and a little odd looking with his half and half pelt. "Hey, my name's Beat. Can I hunt with you?" His tail wagged lightly back and forth as he approached. His blue and purple swirled orbs shifted to look out over the prairie. There were so many bison out there. A lot of calves, but with four of them, they could take down something larger than a calf for sure.