Come on, girls, are you ready to play?

His brother had spread the word that they were going for a hunt in the nearby willows, and of course, Ripper was all too keen to oblige! He swiftly emerged with his brothers, trailing behind Red with his ever present grin. Black and white gaze found the bison herd that was passing through the trees, fixating on the bull at the head of the group. Was that the one? His jaws salivated in anticipation, and to his barely contained excitement, Red stated the bull was theirs. His body rippled with anticipation.

He followed his brothers lead, taking the same approach Red did as he circled around, gaze moving from one bison to the next. They would need to separate him from the rest, a task easily done with the group of them. He was good at harassing things, and he was eager to get started. "Come on Grim, let's do what we do best!" He cackled before surging forward, leading the way as he moved toward the herd. Slowly at first, but then he picked up the pace until he was racing in. He began to snarl and bark, at last alerting the herd to their approach.

Ripper slipped in the space between the bull and the rest, snapping his jaws at the bull and forcing it to break away from them before the young wolf turned his attention back to the herd. Together with Grim, the pair harried and harassed the others, forcing them to turn away in confusion and panic and leaving the bull to fend for itself.