Ground Beef

They were going to allow him to join them. The older boy swished his tail back and forth, a grin on his face. He was a little new to hunting, but he knew that he had the potential and the power to do what needed to be done. The girl gave her name and Beat tucked his ears against his skull for a moment. He was in that stage where girls were like angels. He didn't want to admit it, but they made him so shy! He was almost glad when she left, but instantly he wanted her to come back as well. Hormones were confusing.

The youngest of them moved off to do their part and Beat moved off to do his. He edged along the side of the prairie and found a place to hide. His eyes never left the injured cow. He assessed the situation as the herd began to run. As expected, she fell back, unable to keep pace with the healthy bison. Beat darted out of his hiding place and ran to cut the cow off. The giant beast skidded to a halt and bellowed, lowering its head as if to gore him, but he wasn't close enough. It was all a show of bravado. He wouldn't attack until the older wolf was there to help run interference. That much he had learned.