Buffa-Low

Havoc just grinned toothily at her brother's words, though she gave the white stranger a wink. "Shit yes. Let's fucking go!" With a sassy flick of her white tipped tail in their general direction, she bounded off at a sprint after Jynn, adding a howling whoop to the racket the maned wolf was already raising. Even the most confused bulls couldn't withstand the flight-inducing qualities they brought to the table, and the last of the herd turned tail and fled with the rest of the stampede. Havoc ran easily, Wendigo's teasing about keeping up notwithstanding, continuing to whoop at the top of her lungs and chase the herd to see who fell behind. She'd let the brains decide that, she was having too much fun just chasing to be picking out their prey.