This Race is Nothing New

As the cat agreed to team up with him, Grimshaw breathed a slow and soft sigh of relief. He wasn't interested in fighting the cat for rights over the herd and would have rather just leave them to it than cause any issues, but thankfully they were very fair in their suggestion to split the kill evenly. He expected nothing less when she suggested he herd the animals towards her for her to pounce on and begin the kill and offered a curt nod. "Sounds good to me." He was quickly off to stalk the herd, his body low and sneaking between foliage to get to the head of the herd. As he scoped out the herd, his silver eyes focused on a single animal and he was off, snapping at the heels of the animals as he moved them towards the cat.

Many of the animals would branch off, avoiding Grimshaw's otherwise straight route towards the trap. As the caribou would separate, Grim focused on the animal that he targeted before and snapped at their ankles until they turned towards the waiting cat unsuspectingly.

"Speech."