can you take this spike?

Grimshaw's ears pinned back when she told him to stay and his lips pursed, watching her walk off with narrowed eyes. Fine, then. he thought. Do it yourself. His eyes rolled briefly, but once her roar sent the herd running he was quick to jump out of the way before being trampled. This was what he wanted to avoid, a terrified herd running around rampant and probably all of them missing the hole. If they had just herded one, or even two or three, in the right direction their chances would be much higher.

As the herd moved, Grim picked up a pace near the side to make sure they didn't veer off too far away from the direction of the pit. He couldn't tell where the leading male was in the herd at this moment, but he knew that if a good amount started to change direction, the whole herd could as well and especially if the buck was around here. He snapped at the ankles of the reindeer to make sure they'd keep over, but he couldn't help but be slightly worried about the outcome of this.

"Speech."