Moose Tracks with Fudge

Mæva crouched down in the grass when she heard the sound of approaching paws but it turned out to be Resin. She listened as the older woman stated that the moose needed to die. Mæva glanced at it then back at Resin and nodded. Before she could speak a lynx appeared and Mæva's fur bristled as she eyed the other predator but Resin didn't seem terribly bothered by the cat. Shortly after a male appeared. It seemed the smell of the sickly moose was drawing in predators from all over.

She turned to Resin. "How should we do this?"