We're having bison for dinner

With the plan laid, the only thing now was to herd their dinner down the chute. Flashing a smile towards the trio of big boys, Scylla cut away from the group, winding her way through the terrain of the nook and behind the herd. She could have walked right through the herd with as much mind as they paid her. Silly bastards. Just because she was small didn't mean that she couldn't murder them.

With a whoop, Scylla bit into the heel of one skittish cow. The bison leaped forward, startling the rest of the herd which followed along quickly. Very few of the herbivores altered course, all of them seeking out the smoothest path that would lead them out of danger the quickest. Dumb, dumb bastards. They ran right down the natural valley and right towards the awaiting jaws of Nero and Arcturus.

"Scylla"