Bloody Your Teeth For The Good Of The Pack

Úlfr's ears flicked forward to better hear the instructions over the low hum of the wind that was picking up and echoing through the tunnels. He glanced up to his ravens, sensing their movement in the darkness more than actually seeing it. The wolves picked out their targets, spreading around the musk ox. Tove asked him to make sure the ox didn't wedge into a corner. Her nodded. "Consider it done." He slipped silently behind the musk ox like a ghostly shadow. Above him the ravens followed suit, settling into the rafters above him. Their wings started to spread in preparation for flight. The trio waited and then sprung into action.

Úlfr took the greatest risk as he attacked the rear of the creature, carefully dodging the legs as it kicked back at him. His fangs found purchase at the back of the musk ox's left knee, limiting its ability to kick back and nail him. At the same time his ravens dove down, sharp beaks digging into the creatures rear, prodding it forward.