Beef. It's What's For Dinner!

Once he was certain that the rest of the herd was driven off, he turned his attention back to the bison and saw that Wyndelin had gotten it by the neck and had slowed it down considerably. He rushed forward to help and hopped up to latch onto one of the bison's horns. With the two male's combined body weights and Aslaug's pulling at its leg they were able to pull its head to the ground and soon the rest of its body followed. The bull fell to the ground with a hard thud and he let go of the horn so he could shift his attention to the bison's legs instead. He grabbed the front leg opposite from his cousin just to hold tight and make sure that which ever wolf went for the final kill didn't get kicked in the process. It had been a quick and fairly easy hunt and he was glad that he had such capable hunters with him to do it.