Moose Tracks with Fudge

Mæva sat quietly beneath the barren fruit trees, watching a bull moose move slowly through the territory. It seemed confused, listless. There was definitely something wrong with it but she was not enough of a healer to know exactly what. She only knew that most diseases didn't transfer from prey to wolf, otherwise she would not have been instructed to take advantage of sick animals when hunting. As it was, sick or not, the moose was still far to large for her to even think about attacking. She'd have to settle for watching it. Maybe if she got lucky it would just drop dead and she'd be able to make an easy meal of it. After all, prey animals got sick and aged all the time. Sometimes their bodies would just give out.