He was frustrated by his loss and kept hanging around the area like a blood-backed ghost. Katsu still had the gore from the first failed hunt painting an ugly gash of red down his chest to match his fiery mane. It didn't take long to track another musk ox, similar to the first - clearly afflicted with something. He approached on light, quick paws, scanning the scene before him and the hunters already gathered her. Kat took a breath, steadying himself as he was still panting from the exertion of his first hunt.
It barely registered at first that he stood within spitting distance of a lion. He tried not to balk at the apex predator, straightening his spine and standing tall. Katsu dipped his head in a stiff, formal greeting to the other wolves. "Many paws make light work. Avoid putting your mouths on any of the lesions, but go for blood and tire it out," he said quickly, all business, hitting the highlights from his previous endeavor. This time he would be successful. The yearling dropped into a hunter's crouch and rounded on the musk ox's other side, beginning to dart in and nip at its legs and underbelly.
