Cari-boo boo

He snarled as he tore into the leg, blood gushing from the caribou though it was almost as if it didn't care that the wolves were on it. It was unlike anything he'd seen before, and quite honestly it was throwing him off and he was having second thoughts about this. Still, it was too late to turn back now. Releasing his grip, he took a different approach and instead of resuming with tooth and claw, he opted to take a few steps back and come at the same side but with his head lowered, horns aiming for the tender flesh of its belly before he charged with the intent of stabbing before twisting his head to gore the sickly beast. Perhaps better this way to better avoid the oozing sores. He didn't want to catch whatever the caribou had, after all.