Come on, girls, are you ready to play?

The world was truly a strange place, but no stranger than Battery. There wasn't much that was, frankly, but despite how little he knew about the world, social cues, and otherwise, he understood one thing. Hunt. He'd overheard talk about expanding, growing their home, whatever that meant. Batty didn't understand it, but he also didn't understand most things. That didn't stop the smile from spreading over his face as he approached the gathering of packmates, all unfamiliar to him beyond brief sightings around the pack. He didn't know their names, maybe they knew his. Well, he knew one of them at least, Redrum. A littermate. Brother. Everyone else? Eh.

Frankly, Battery had little to no hunting skill. He'd been eating psychedelic mushroom for months now, the lack of real protein evident on his weakened body. Any smart wolf would send him away, at best to watch, but Battery would not take no for an answer. He wanted in on the fun, too! And there was plenty of fun he needed to catch up on!

They dispersed, two others branching off to separate the bull from the herd. Battery was useless when it came to hunting, but, lucky for them all, he was really damn good at being distracting. Maybe if he could distract the rest of the herd, he could separate them further from the bull while everyone else rallied to bring it down! Perhaps it was a suicide mission, to tangle with a herd of bison, but Battery didn't stop to think that far ahead. All he saw was a game waiting to be played.

With a maniacal laugh, the strange man loped away and towards the herd. He was fast, thankfully, weaving between the heavy feet of the massive animals, spooking them and herding them away from the others focusing on the bull. It wasn't hard really, they seemed to be just as scared of him as most others seemed to be!

"Speech" ─ Think