Mæva eyed the struggling yearling bison before glancing back at the wildly colored woman she'd just met. They'd both been trying to catch rabbits without any luck when the older woman spied the bison herd and had gone to investigate. It was more a joke, they hadn't been planning to seriously try anything until she'd spotted the injured calf and then it was game on. Mæva was terribly hungry from exerting herself in chasing rabbits. She had enough energy to make one more go before she needed to head back to the estuary. Mæva glanced at Lúta, awaiting the signal to charge forward toward the herd.

Lúta was worried about taking on such a large prey animal with a pup but the girl was enthusiastic and nearly a yearling. Plus with the calf being injured they had a reasonable shot. Well, some what reasonable. This hunt could go bad in a matter of moments. If they couldn't get the bison to run then the whole thing would be over. It was crucial that they spring forward at the same time and rush the herd confidently to get them to panic and run. At that point they just had to keep the herd running until the young bison fell behind enough for them to take it down. She met Mæva's eyes and nodded. It was time to go. She burst forward with a ferocious snarl.

Mæva was nervous and also excited and as soon as Lúta nodded that it was time to attack she charged forward with a woop of joy. She barreled toward the nearest cow, snapping at the creature's hind legs. Startled, the bison started to stampede. They pushed forward through the snow, barreling toward where they thought was safety. Mæva focused on racing along the back of the herd, getting them to run without getting so close she was putting herself in danger. Once the herd was running at a break neck pace she started to pull back, eyes scanning the herd until she saw the calf. She then moved toward the calf to position herself for the kill.

Lúta snapped at the nearest bison, pushing and driving them on. At one point one of the cows turned and tried to gore her but Lúta nimbly dodged out of the way and in that moment the cow was back and running with Lúta in hot pursuit. She worked with the girl to keep the bison running. A wolf was built for stamina and she worked to push it as the herd continued to stampede. It didn't take too long for the injured calf to fall behind, and when it did Lúta sprang forward, her jaws locking around the back of the bison's right thigh. She immediately tried to sit, the movement slowing the calf down. It tried to kick but started to stumble as it did.

Mæva watched as Lúta darted forward and snagged the calf's hind leg. She moved in swiftly seeking to grab the other hind leg. She latched on the calf's other hind leg, just above the knee. The combined weight of both the wolves brought the calf to a stand still. It bleated but its mother was already being whisked away in the herd. Mæva held on for all she was worth, knowing that at any moment Lúta was going to let go to move for the calf's throat. When she did Mæva would have to hold on for all she was worth until the calf was slain. The calf bucked but Mæva held firm. She was finally learning where to bite to be both effective and to keep herself out of kicking range.

Lúta held fast as Mæva joined the fray and when the girl did the calf was forced to a stop. The colorful fae waited for a moment until she was fairly sure the mother wasn't returning and that Mæva could hold the calf long enough for Lúta to risk letting go. Timing her release Lúta let go and bounded forward, latching her jaws around the calf's throat while digging her claws into the calf's neck. It struggled for a few moments more before finally passing. Lúta released the calf's throat and set it down gently. She licked the blood from her jaws and grinned at the girl. "Good work, let's eat!" She moved to the calf's belly and started her meal.