We're having bison for dinner

Arcturus was never one to turn down the opportunity for an interesting or challenging hunt. He didn't need a request or encouragement from their sovereign to do it, but it did certainly help. With Scylla's instruction to make use of the land they were aiming to claim as their own to prove its worth as a hunting ground in the back of his mind, he gathered up several of the pack's wolves to form a hunting party with him. He was a pretty adept hunter when working on his own, but he kind of wanted to prove his worth and make a grander show of this than just bringing home a deer. No, he had his sights set on something larger than he could bring down on his own.

With his pack members in tow, they made their way out into the lightly wooded nook just after sunset. He had been scouting ahead for a few days now and tracking a herd of bison that had been moving into the area. He had let the group know their plan before they left, but he waited to form a solid plan until they had the bison in their sights to make a concrete plan. He motioned for them to follow as he found the familiar scent and found the distinctive tracks that these large beasts made in the dirt and he followed them to the edge of a clearing where several of them were gathered. Moving at night meant that they could use the shadows to their advantage and possibly sneak up on one of them while its resting, but it did mean that they were clumped fairly tightly together instead of spread out and grazing like they might have been during the day. "I'm thinking that two of you will charge in to startle them and make them scatter and then myself and someone else can run in to start the kill," he suggested in a quiet whisper to the group, looking to them for input or approval.

"Arcturus Indarra"