Star grinned at the familiar voice as he turned to see the yearling woman they'd hunted with a few times before. Her claws were a valuable asset on a hunt. A yearling male came not soon after and he nodded. "Nice to meet you beat. You can call me Star." Stjarna knew their name could be a bit difficult and time was of the essence anyway. Turning sharp eyes back to the heard, they noticed a cow limping along near the center of the herd. It was hard to say for sure what had caused the injury but there was no mistaking the awkward gait. "Ok, there's an injured cow limping near the center of the herd. Úlfr, and… I don't know that I caught your name." He looked to the yearling. "I'll need you and Úlfr to get the herd running and separate the cow from the rest of the herd. Úlfr, you are to get them running only. Don't get squished! Beat and I will work on bringing the cow down."
