"Awoo!"
The wolves' howls
rose and fell in succession.
Little Gray, Little Lone Wolf, and the two Female Wolves did not rashly attack.
They merely used their loud, lingering howls to force the Musk Ox Herd's formation into disarray.
Several wolves prowled around the Musk Ox Herd,
their pairs of light blue eyes radiating the cold, savage gleam unique to Hunters.
They stared fixedly at the Musk Ox Herd, searching and waiting for it to reveal an opening.
Wolf packs rarely chose to hunt their prey head-on. They were nature's born group hunters.
Only tactical coordination could bring out a wolf pack's greatest strength.
A truly coordinated Large Wolf Pack had almost no natural enemies. United, they could hunt any prey.
At present, Little Gray was closest to the Musk Ox Herd. Its six-foot-two wolf body was considered rather large even among Arctic Wolves.
Little Gray's sharp claws and fangs were now enough to tear through a musk ox's hide and flesh.
Relying on the wolf race's superior speed,
Little Gray continuously closed in on the Musk Ox Herd.
Its light blue wolf eyes glinted with ferocity
as it forced the Musk Ox Herd to expose an opening.
Even Little Gray, who usually seemed somewhat goofy, became serious when the hunt truly began.
It no longer had its usual frivolity.
"Moo!"
At this moment,
the leading male musk ox issued a low warning bellow as Little Gray kept approaching.
Accompanying the warning was the sound of hooves continuously trampling the snow and ice.
This meant
the Musk Ox Herd was not only defending itself.
It was also preparing to attack!
In their eyes, four mere Arctic Wolves trying to hunt them was far too wishful.
Finally,
under Little Gray's constant pressure and probing,
the Musk Ox Herd could no longer