A few of the older and stronger cows split off to the side, but Iðunn let them break away and squeeze their way behind the two chasing wolves. It would just make it easier to get to their desired target without any extra cows in the way. The fastest of the caribou had begun to reach the narrowed passageway, while the cows with young were falling behind, leaving them open to her and Úlfr. She could already almost taste the fresh blood in her mouth, and that spurred her forth as she snapped at ankles to drive the other cows away and off to the side. Her target was the young calf that was starting to slow, originally starting in the middle of the pack, but now slowly and getting closer.
Her ears twitched at Úlfr's announcing bark, immediately changing course to zero in on his position in a flanking motion. She could see one of his ravens flying above him which made it easier to spot him in the chaos, and as she saw him dart forward to snap at the cow, Iðunn moved to hone in on the calf. She trusted him to heckle and distract the cow mother enough for her to take down the calf, or at the very least injure it to the point it could no longer run and the mother would hopefully abandon it to save herself.
She stretched herself out as she ran, jaws open wide in a grinning snarl as she pounced on the calf's back, her teeth finding purchase on the back of its neck. Iðunn could feel its legs buckle beneath her added weight, and roughly shook her head with a series of low snarls to rip at the flesh and hopefully unbalance the calf enough that it properly tumbled and fell to the ground. This meal was not going to escape her, not if she could help it.
Hunting 2/3
