We're having bison for dinner

The plan was made and it was sound. With everyone in agreement, the two parties split apart—Scylla and Cináed to go wrangle the bison and Arcturus and himself to lay the trap. Maneuvering through the Nook and in the direction of the sloping valleys alongside the volcano wasn't a difficult feat per se, but remaining unseen when you're a five foot tall Goliath of wolf certainly was. Nero had to move about carefully so as not to let his vibrant white coat be seen against the dark terrain of the volcano or in between the trees, his movements more akin to crawling sometimes as he and Arc snuck past the grazing bison. Eventually they made it around and came across a suitable valley where the bison would be forced into close quarters, meaning no place for them to escape.

Nero followed Arcturus up to the top of the crag, lying in wait at the edge of the slope where he wouldn't be seen until the bison were directly below him. Arc gave the signal to Scylla and Ciná, and then there was silence as the other team made their move. Soon enough, the rumbling of heavy hooven feet pounding across the terrain came in their direction. It was time. Muscles tensed beneath his thick arctic fur, Nero's claws dug into the rock, poised and ready to launch himself down onto an unsuspecting bison once they were in the fatal funnel. He waited for Arc's signal to pounce. Then instinct would take over and do the rest.

"Scylla & Nero"