Where The Buffalo Roam

Álarr nodded politely to the other two wolves that joined him. He recognized the pack scent of the other horned wolf to indicate Ashen but he had no idea where the other male was from. A pack certainly but one he could not place. Not that it really mattered. He focused on the cat as she laid out a strategy. It sounded simple and straightforward which suited him fine. He could herd if needed to but this took less coordination and with a sick animal there were better odds they could run it down on the prairie. They had time on their side.

The cat slunk off and Álarr followed, breaking just slightly away to take up a position more south of the cow. When the leopard attacked Álarr charged toward the cow, snapping at her legs and seeking to make her stumble or at least run her til she collapsed. If one of the faster wolves, or the leopard herself, could get at the throat they could take it all the way down.