yeah she wanna fuck with me

There is a quiet acceptance, a silent understanding that they will help each other bring down the musk ox calf because it is what has to be done. Alone, it would be difficult but together, it was doable. Iscariot is off, racing toward the herd while making a beeline for a young calf in their midst.  Ezekiel is behind her, hot on her tail as he adds to her snarls, effectively spooking the entire herd while working to cut the larger ox off from the calf that they will be taking.

One of larger males stops, pivots toward them and bellows, head lowering in a show of defiance as it attempts to threaten the two hunters. Zeke snarls, darting in without a moments waste to deliver a sharp bite to its face before rushing away toward the rapidly shrinking forms of the calf and the tiny wolf. The ox gets the message, turning to flee with the rest of herd as they leave the calf to its fate. Snow flies up behind him as he barrels toward the pair, ready to take down the animal.


"Ezekiel Saxe"