Bye, Son.

The girl beside her seems to baulk at actually biting the bison, and Sedna too, notes the unusual lumps beneath it's skin, the open, oozing wounds where the thicker fur couldn't protect it from biting insects and the stab of branches. With or without the wolves the creature is not long for this world, and it's death would be a kindness...

Perhaps it was her age that made her less concerned as teeth bit hard high on the right hind leg, seeking the softer skin that would easily tear beneath her teeth to get the life blood flowing from it.

She had all the faith in the world that their companions with their powerful jaws and claws would finish the job, but it wouldn't stop her from trying to slow it down before they got there, for the bison still had a lot of fight in him, for one so clearly unwell.

As they began to crest the rise, Sedna threw her weight backwards, to try and slow its flight, so it might not run straight over the awaiting felines.