Hunter By Trade, Mother By Accident

They must have been far enough away from the prey that talking wouldn't matter, because everyone else came up and introduced themselves in turn. He was grateful that Cel spared him the need to introduce himself, and merely punctuated his name with a wave of his tail and a lopsided grin. He looked towards his allocated partner and tipped his head to indicate that they should get going, not dwelling on the fact that the kid that towered over him wasn't even a year old yet.

Bison were massive and heavy, they had some speed to them despite their size, and the bulls could be cantankerous bastards when you riled them up, but maybe with their numbers they would be ok?

"Y' ever hunted a bison before?" He whispered to the colourful younger wolf with a grin, "I've only ever almost been trampled by 'em, so this should be fun." His light blue eyes scanned the herd ahead, some laying down, and others standing watch. Fuck, how would they go about this without setting off a stampede or getting trampled in the process?

Spotting the wider head and shoulders of the young bull already on the edge of the herd and he pointed his nose at it, "I think that's the one she wants, ready?" Waiting just long enough to get confirmation, Arne broke cover and strode forward, the rumble of bison rising to their feet and sounding the alarm enough to get the herd moving. If they were quick enough in the chaos, they should be able to cut him off and drive him back towards the others.