The Bisontennial.

Working together as a unit against the absolute unit of an animal, the four wolves had the bison down to its last legs in no time flat. The bison was a hardy animal, but in a straight flat run, it could not outpace the predators snapping at its heels. Azrael bit down at its thighs a couple of times, trying to hamstring the creature to slow it down and bring the chase to an end while also deftly avoiding those deadly hooves. Blood splattered across his face as the bison stumbled, and that was all the opening the patchwork brute needed to once more go for the coup de grace and rend its throat. Azrael slowed to a halt as the bison came down, slowly perishing surrounded by the wolves, Az grinning with triumph with a look of maddened glee on his bloodstained face. Well, this had been a fun day indeed!

"Azrael Saxe"