He needed something for a new stew. Something he hadn't made before, and something he was determined to experiment with. First, he needed the main ingredient. Goat. And he knew a good spot where he might find them nearby. Unfortunately, it meant that he might be subject to the howling of the wind that seemed to get trapped at the bottom of the gorge, but the goats were unlikely to be that far...maybe. He would have to try and herd them down that way if he wanted an easier time of catching one. He wasn't as sure-footed as they were on the slopes, but his reindeer companion and the small eagle would definitely have a good chance in herding them closer to where he'd have an advantage. As he stalked quietly into the gorge, he could already hear the wind howling below him. He had climbed to a higher point above ground level so he could first find his prey before he was deafened by the winds. As his companions went on ahead to help search, he heard a low grunting somewhere ahead, echoing in the canyon. "Grimoire

It wasn't often that Ursa found herself wandering away from Armada. Particularly fond of following the rules, she tried her best to not upset her parents. On this day, as snow quietly drifted to the ground, she chose to wander. While she was on her way back from the col, she had noticed one of her pack mates wandering out toward the gorge. Though Ursa wasn't nosy or cared to stick her nose where it didn't belong, she found herself following him. Whether it was the rumble in her stomach or pure puppy-like stupidity, she trailed after. Soon, he would stop to look down into the gorge and she was able to approach. "Can I help?" Ursa asks in her soft wispy voice as she looks ahead of him to whatever animal is grunting.

An ear flicked toward the sound of someone's approach. A packmate. Clearly not one of the Takin's he was hunting. Amber gaze turned toward the Armada pup that came up and asked if she could help. Grimoire raised a brow, glancing behind her as if he was expecting her parents to show up to herd her away but...that didn't happen. Quietly sighing, he nodded. "I suppose...just be careful." He never really spent much time - if any - around pups. He often kept to himself, so he hoped she was up to the task of both being careful and being useful...or not. He didn't care either way about the latter. Without another word, he picked his way a little further up before his eagle came swooping overhead, an indication that he had found a target. Quietly, Grimoire followed his companion's shadow, periodically checking on the pup to make sure she was doing alright and helping where she needed it. After a few minutes of navigating his way around the gorge's paths, he spotted a Takin calf a little too far from its parents. "Don't rush at it. Be careful where you step. And don't fall!" He warned before he set into motion. He dropped closer to the ground, earthen frame blending well with the hillside while his reindeer and eagle started from the bottom up and sought to drive it up toward him. He could hear the clatter of hooves and the confused sounds of the calf as his companions harassed it upward, and soon enough, the calf was close enough to strike. With the two wolves, surely they'd be able to get it, no? The calf clambered up to the ledge he was hiding near, and once it took a moment to check where his companions were, Grimoire struck. In a silent sneak attack, he lunged for the calf's foreleg, startling it, of course. It cried out in pain and terror as it began to flail, and as Grim attacked, his eagle companion would also divebomb the creature and harass it from above. "Grimoire