The Bisontennial.

The bison grazed without an inch of fear. Its attention lacked what was soon to come. Unknowing of their presence. Like a snake, she slipped through the shadowed underbrush. Snow was silent with every light step of her paws. Like Rakia, she moved ahead. Searching for a better spot to ambush the lone beast. Its head was still low. Tongue licking away at the snow. An occasional flick of his ear was the only sign that it was listening even the slightest.

Melanth cast a gaze t'wards the other three. Having found herself a great distance ahead of them and somewhere near the front of the Bison itself. Her body shuffled as she prepared to spring forth. Nails gripping the earth beneath soft paws. Toes spreading across the snow for further balance. She ceased this moment. While the others remained in place, Mel took it upon herself to make the first move. Launching across the great distance between them. The wide space easily becomes smaller by the second. Her breath formed condensed clouds as she panted. Adrenaline pushed her actions to a deep inquired bloodlust. Helonia howled from the back of her mind. Their joined hunger and excitement released a guttural snarl. All the while, the Bison had taken note of the lone wolf. Its instincts were immediate as it ran in the direction of where the other wolves hid. Chaos rang high. The loud bellows of panic he made filling her blood more.

"Helonia"~~"Melanth"