Bison BBQ Night [Pack Hunt!]
06-14-2021, 02:51 PM
Domari Xanilov |
Dómari listened intently as Cairo laid out their target of a sickly bison. A lung disease made for a promising target and it was hardly surprising after this long cold winter. The lack of food had weakened many prey animals and those that huddled together, like bison, quickly spread disease among their fellows. Cairo laid out the plan and Dómari nodded as he was given instructions to help scare their target toward the wolves that would be lying in waiting. He was up for that task and eager to give his legs a real workout after being cooped up in his den for so long. Drachen looked to him and he nodded once more. "Sounds good to me, let's do this!" Dómari padded after the younger man, moving slow and quietly both to avoid prematurely disturbing the bison and to get a better feel for how his leg would perform. The muscles were stiff but the joints felt good. As long as he didn't over do it he'd be fine. Dómari crouched down in the grasses next to Drachen, eyes scanning the herd as the younger wolf pointed out the targets. "Yea, that's them alright." He eyed the older bull, noting how it held its head quite a bit lower than the others in the herd. It lingered on the outskirts, clearly struggling to keep up. Dómari nodded. "I am, let's get this party started!" His legs coiled beneath him before he burst forward, barreling toward the back of the herd, his eyes fixed on the weaker animals. The sudden appearance of the wolves startled the bison and they started to run, heading toward those laying in wait. Dómari accelerated. They'd need to cut off their target from the herd and encourage it to go toward the wolves in wait while at the same time urging the rest of the herd to scatter off. Driving a full stampede toward their friends was extremely dangerous. He'd learned that the hard way. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |