No time to think of consequences

Úlfr's claws tore up the ground as he propelled himself forward, snapping at the adult cows closest to him. He heckled them, spurring them onward before dropping back just slightly to observe the racing masses. He let older, healthier animals break off, intent on the young. Ahead of him the fastest and strongest animals surged forward, gaining the most ground. Slowly, but surely, the mothers with young began to fall behind. In particular a calf that started in the middle of the herd was swiftly falling behind. He searched for Iðunn among the masses and saw Galinn keeping pace with her, denoting her position.

Úlfr barked out another call, zeroing in on the calf. Its mother was still close by but he was certain he and the ravens could work as a suitable distraction in order for Iðunn to make the kill. With a snarl he dove in for the cow, snapping at her side. She turned, trying to kick out but the swift wolf managed to stay just out of reach.