Are you Musky?

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the wolf who'd tracked the beast first. Loud one? Her tone had been quiet and conversational, and the beast before them was lost in a haze of pain of struggle. Its ears certainly weren't keen to their planning. Fable wasn't used to being the one who orders were barked at, that was for certain, but it was all in the name of a larger cause: securing the succulent creature before them. He was young, she noted, and the plan he had swiftly assembled had some loose threads she could pull at if she was interested in raising an argument, but she simply nodded her assent.

Fable stepped back and watched as everyone took their positions and she slunk into a spot parallel to where Cifarelli had chosen to wait. Once she was certain they were all prepared to begin, she attempted to catch Cifa's eye and gave a decisive nod before giving chase. The beast was slow moving but once she was at its heels, the musk ox bellowed low and began to careen towards the tree and the boulders. Fable dodged the flailing hooves and managed to get a few good latches on its right hind legs before it kicked her off. She grunted with the impact but the warm blood flooding her mouth was more than enough encouragement to keep on it. They gained ground quickly towards the tree Jynn had chosen to perch upon.
"Fable"