Carla was out hunting in the noon air. She had a dozen wolves behind her, smelling the ground. She pricked her ears as she heard rumbling.
"Buffalo," she said quickly, "A stampede." The rumbling got louder, until she saw a brown-black herd of buffalo rise up in the stance, kicking up clouds of dust behind them. She growled.
"Hunt them while they're running," she shouted, "Wait in the forest." All the wolves dived into the foliage in the forest, keeping low and quiet. The buffalo got closer and closer.
Suddenly, she heard a howl and a moan. She looked to the right where she heard the sound, and caught two wolves leaping from the plants and onto a young buffalo. It tired to kick, but the wolves were on either side of it. It leaned over to bite one of them, but the wolf just locked its jaws of the young one's face. The buffalo whined and slowed, eventually coming to a halt.
The wolves ran away as the buffalo shook its head. The other buffalo ran around the young one, but one wolf snapped at an older buffalo, and it changed direction, running over the poor calf. Carla growled. The wolves waited for the stampede to past, and then walked out of the bushes, sniffing the catch.
"What are you doing on my territory?" Carla snarled, stepping out of the bushes, baring her teeth. The rest of her wolves did the same. The two males looked up, but they did not look surprised or scared.
Do you mind if I make two new characters?))
