The Bisontennial.

Without a moment's hesitation, he surged ahead, his powerful frame cutting through the snow like a knife. The rest of the group closed in around the bison. Each wolf took their position, their coordinated attack creating a tightening circle of teeth and muscle. Aristaios' muscles rippled beneath his thick fur as he approached the bison circling from the front, his focus solely on its exposed throat.

With a calculated leap, he launched himself at the bison's neck. His strong bones and tough skin absorbed the impact as he collided with the beast. His jaws clamped down on its throat with unyielding force, the taste of blood igniting his bloodlusting instincts. The bison's bellows of pain and fear reverberated through the frozen air, but Aristaios held firm.

The groups combined weight and ferocity began to overpower the massive beast. Aristaios' powerful jaws crushed down, cutting off the bison's air and hastening its downfall. The bison's struggles grew weaker, its strength ebbing away under the relentless assault of the wolves.

Aristaios' breath came in heavy bursts through his nares as he maintained his hold, his heart pounding with the thrill of the hunt. His eyes gleamed with the satisfaction of a well-executed strategy as the bison's movements slowed to a final, shuddering halt.


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