Coran continued to watch the caribou, only pulling his eyes away as he heard two wolves approach. The older male asked if they might join and Coran nodded, answering quietly. "Certainly, we're good to split the kill." The younger male then pointed out an older female caribou on the far end of the herd that seemed to be moving more slowly. Could her joints be giving her some trouble?
Coran nodded. "Seems a good target to me. Let's stalk closer and see if we can break her off from the herd." The trick with the caribou is once they got running their numbers would make it difficult to keep an eye on their target. Thankfully the autumn herds were smaller. Coran stalked forward through the grasses, weaving his way around the pine trees until he was as close as he dared to get. He was facing the older caribous rear, hoping to charge forward and splinter her off from the group. Coran waited til the others were positioned then he darted forward, racing along the edge of the herd toward the target. The sudden motion caused a ripple through the herd, the caribou starting to panic and run.
Cooperative
