Moose Tracks with Fudge

"That animal needs to die" The behemoth of a fae had come up through the orchard and had spied both Mæva and the oddly moving moose. Standing beside the girl, she motioned towards the moose with her nose. "Do you see the glassiness in its eyes? The confusion?" The maned woman had come across such illness before. Sometimes ungulates lost all fear of predators as well and would walk right up to them. "It will die a slow, painful death if left alive. It would be a mercy for us to kill it." The two of them couldn't take down a bull moose even in the state of sickness that this one was in. Hopefully another one or two would come along soon. They could take it down and divvy it out. Despite the illness, the woman knew that the disease didn't transfer to wolves.