Moose Tracks with Fudge

As Resin moved for the back right leg, Harbringr dove in for the left hind leg, coming in at the side. He leapt over the brush and rotated his head sharply to the side. His fangs latched solidly around the moose's left hind leg. His head thrashed violently as he tore into leg, ripping through flesh and tendons. He wasn't as graceful as Resin was and had to hold on tightly. The moose kicked and thrashed but Harbringr was stubborn and he held on until the moose suddenly stumbled as it started loosing its ability to stand. He could see the cat holding on and he leapt up, fangs digging into the moose's left thigh, trying to use his weight to drag the moose down.