A Yak of All Trades.

Moving across the snow towards their prey in a quiet chorus of crunching snow, Azrael followed the hunting pack closer to the yak and into a better position. The blush fae—their de facto leader for the time being—took the lead and began their hunt proper with a growl and a burst of energy. As soon as she was moving, the rest of the party was moving too. Several wolves charged the yak, zeroing in on their target. The yak bellowed in fear and began to flee, but there would be no escape this time. The wolves were relentless in their pursuit and methods. Powerful muscles pumped and churned, green eyes sharp and lethally focused, his body moving like a well oiled machine as he maneuvered himself with Rakia, swerving to one side of the yak to corral it from trying to dart away while the others started taking bites at it to slow it down and bring the great beast to the ground. It would only be a matter of time.

"Azrael Saxe"