Takin My Time [Hunt]

Wilder is pleased with the plan. Run, chase, take it down. Simple, easy affective. He only offers the boy a curt nod before turning back to face the herd of takin. The strange goat-like beasts are nothing he's ever really seen before. Sheep, goat, antelope, he notices all the time. Has even taken a few down before, but these hairy beasts looked as if they belonged in the mountain, tucked away from prying eyes. It only made him more excited as the dark coated boy charged forward toward the injured animal.

Waiting a few beats after the strange, creepy one and the puppy, Wilder knew he would be able to catch up. Taller than the other three, it wouldn't take long as he broke from the brush, his own paws drumming the ground beneath him. Allowing the surge of anticipation and adrenaline to soar him forward, Wilder would take up the rear and snap directly at the injured takin's heels. He's not afraid of getting kicked, simply leaning his head back or pausing his step to avoid a hoof to the face.

WILDER