Moo Went The Cow

"A pleasure to meet you, Ignis. I am Corbie." She dipped her head in greeting, then shifted her gaze to study the herd where he had pointed out his quarry. A new calf would not provide much in the way of extra food split between the two of them, even a buffalo calf, but she couldn't carry much with her anyway. "A calf born this early in the year is unlikely to survive for long," she observed. "It would be a mercy to take it now before it suffers. I've no objection to that one. As for a plan, hm." She considered them. "It will not be able to keep up with the herd at a gallop, especially with the snow. If we get them panicked and running, it will drop behind. We would need deal only with the mother, then, and if you can keep the mother distracted I can cut off the calf. Once it is dead she will leave."