Moose Tracks with Fudge

*Resin* · 06-04-2020, 12:43 AM

Everyone seemed to understand their tasks and set to work. Once Natha and Maeva pulled the moose into the thicker trees and shrubs, Resin crept forward. From the corner of her good eye, she could see the Ashen man coming in closer as well, though they both kept their distance. It was only when the moose got his antlers trapped in the branches of a tree that the scarred woman would rush into action.

Moving quickly forward, Resin kept to the side, not approaching directly from behind. No one wanted a hoof to the face. The woman sank her teeth into the heavy, thick tendon on the back, right leg of the moose. The beast bellowed and began thrashing anew to separate itself from the tree branch, but for now it was stuck. Shaking her head back and forth, Resin worried at the wound, splintering the tendon little by little. Eventually the tendon would snap like a well worn rope and the moose would lose use of that leg. On such a big creature, it was a death sentence.

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