Armada Expansion: Hunting

He ran along behind the ox while the other two wolves took point. The ox would have no chance with the four of them, especially with the blue-marked wolf that was definitely the tallest wolf he'd ever seen. Hell, he didn't even know wolves could grow that big! Definitely more impressive than whatever the arrogant guy had going for him, that was for sure.
Ah, but the hunt. Wren went after a leg, the others did their thing, and Grimoire would lower his head and swipe at the ox's other leg and the tendons on it with his horns, cutting them open and swiping with his claws at its hindquarters as it slowed. It bellowed in pain and was slowing, until eventually...it stopped and fell still.

The job was done with Wren telling them they did a good job, but Grimoire wasn't here for praise. The hunt was done, and they just needed to part it up and get it back. He wanted to get his cut and get back to his den so he could store it properly. Smoked ox didn't sound half bad.