[Iron] Giant (Mammoth Prep)

It seemed that most of the wolves who gathered were members of the same pack, and the one who called was obviously the leader. There was, strangely, one familiar face in the crowd, and his eyes narrowed when he glanced Shiba's way. How fortuitous, he groaned inwardly. His attention returned to the leader, not wanting to draw the gray woman's gaze. The leader was quick to clarify that this was their hunt, and those that did not belong in their ranks would be allowed to take enough to fill their bellies. That was enough for Tiberius, in this moment, so he offered a shallow nod at her terms. She then asked for ideas, and her packmates were quick to offer them up. Single pale eye switched to each wolf as they spoke, taking in the ideas and mulling them over. Spears, the way of the lemming, fire. The man thought they all had their merit, but he truly wasn't sure what would work better with these furry beasts - and neither did they, it seemed. Finally, an oddly colored man spoke up about ropes, and Tiberius' interest was piqued. If they had the ropes readily available, all they would need to do is find some sturdy trees then pick one of the weaker ones, as someone else had already suggested. He lifted his head to peer back at the bird on his shoulders, but Magni was busy preening himself.

"I like the rope idea," he said simply, nodding to the owner of the idea. "Pick one, trip it up, finish it off. Such large beasts will not get back to their feet quickly, which will give us time to strike." He paused, rolling his shoulders to shake Magni to attention. "My companion can scout ahead to pick a smaller, weaker one, if desired." The raven warbled, though whether in agreement or protest was a mystery. Tiberius offered a smirk to Magni's voiced opinion, waiting to see what the pale woman chose.