northern attitude

Éldi nodded softly as the youngest of their group spoke, mentioning to avoid whatever disease it carried. Indeed the sores were concerning, and without knowing their cause it was hard to know how it was spread. The plan was simple, heckle it and wear it down until the skeletal marked woman could make the kill. "That sounds good to me. Musk Ox can overheat if driven for too long. The more we can keep it moving the more quickly it will tire." Ideally they would get the beast to run and wear it down from there, but with its almost mad determination to bash its head and hooves into the ground they might not get it to leave the spot. His own raven took to the air, joining in with its talons striking the top of the ox's muzzle before the bird took deftly back into the air. The oxen bellowed and kicked.

As the other's moved in, Éldi watched their placement before picking a spot for himself. He slunk forward at first then shifted off to the ox's left side. While its focus was on the other creatures attacking it Éldi kicked off hard, driving himself forward in a sharp angle toward the back fo the ox's left front leg. His fangs lashed out toward the elbow, grasping hold as his teeth tore into the ligaments there. His abdomen tensed, body pulling in sharply. He hoped to be close enough to the front leg to keep out of reach of a hind leg kicking out at him. Between the assaults on its front and hind legs the oxen began to stumble.