Buffa-Low

Wanderlust was Havoc's middle name (though not actually) so though she'd only just settled into a new pack she was already out and about without even having taken the time to meet anyone but Medusa. It was the battlefield she was aiming for, but she'd not quite made it when she was distracted by a familiar scent. Holy shit, Wendigo was back. With a cackle she was bounding along the track, zoom zoom, and following it into the knolls. Her brother wasn't alone as it turned out though, and she eyed up both the strangers in interest. They all seemed to be watching the bison herd, so maybe there was some action in the works she could get in on. "Hey dumb fuck, where you been?" she laughed, slamming her shoulder into Wendigo's. "We killing something here or are you all just planning on standing around until one of them falls over from old age?" She grinned snidely at them, obviously inviting herself into the group - and the kill - without a qualm.