kahvik

as the white wolf came into the prairie he flatend to the gruond all sences alert for prey.
hes hopes ware up hes body low to the ground he was redy.

*Bison*

Not to far off, an old bison was laying upright in the grass, chewing slowly on some plants. There were a large, nasty wound along the side of his head, where a competitor's horns had slid and torn through the skin. The eye on that side had been damaged as well, and was completely blind. The old bison did not know Kahvik was there yet.

kahvik

the lone wolf touk advatige of the fact the baest was half blind and glided onder its neck gettting ready to mak a decisve first strike at the jugler vain.
cution in his moves rembering his pain full first encunter with a bison was ready.

*Bison*

The bison, though badly wounded, heard the wolf approach. With a loud grunt, the old warrior staggered to his hooves and turned his massive head to face Kahvik, before the wolf had a chance to make a strike for the jugular. In those large, dark eyes, there was a light of defiance against the predator. The old bull was not ready to die today, but if Kahvik was determined enough- and skilled enough -then this bison could be brought down.

To exhausted to rush the wolf and attempt to scare him off, the bison just stood there, glaring at his enemy, refusing to give in.

kahvik

Backing off slightly but showing no fear the white wolf launched an atack on the bisons blind side.
Faking like he was going fot the neck and then laeping for the Spine.