To the hunt!

The plan shifted around a little as those that preferred to be at the sides spoke up, and he had to agree a little with Ripper’s assessment of Bellatrix. But all that didn’t matter, what mattered was the hunt. Excitement running through his veins, he shot forward like a bullet, chasing after Ripper as the youngest wolf headed for the Elephant. He wasn’t annoyed, it was time the hunt started. He let out a bellow, startling the elephant and starting the process of getting it moving as the wolves fell into place around it, harrying it towards the cliff and its death.

The key was to piss it off enough that it didn’t see the drop coming. It was clear the Elephant didn’t want to face a whole pack of wolves, but he didn’t doubt it would turn on them if it realised it had no choice.

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