Moments later the plan was in motion. Coran quietly watched the tiger slink off through the trees, her bi-colored coat helping her blend in well with the dark pines and patches of snow. Once the great cat was in position he nodded to the other two and started stalking forward, moving carefully to get into position as well as trying to avoid spooking the herd early. He wanted to be sure they had a clear path of attack for the sick caribou and an early stampede could limit their ability to get to the creature.
The caribou started to lift their heads more frequently, clearly concerned that something was out there. This would have to do. Coran burst forth from the trees with a snarl. The caribou immediately started to run, the clicking of their knees echoing across the pines. He ignored all of them but the target. That was the main goal and whoever else was swept up in the panic. His fangs nipped at the heels of the injured one, driving it toward the broken pine tree. There were already a few headed in that direction.
Cooperative