Mrs Moosefeathers [Hunt!]

He wasn’t kept waiting too long. First came a stranger of similar age to himself, and he nodded at the silent indication the other man was hoping for a hunt. Next was Nolan, and Cairo grinned at his best friend, tail wagging lightly. They were well out of sight of the moose, and out of ear shot.

Third came a second stranger, a woman older than any of them, in her prime years. As She inquired, Cairo nodded, ran his eyes over the three before him, glancing toward Valhalla to see if any others in the Circle would be joining them, before he shifted to address them.

“There’s an elderly moose cow about two hundred paces south of here. She’s injured, and also lame in the left foreleg. It appears she pulled or twisted her back right, so she’s severely hindered. She’d heathy other than that, though, so she should provide plenty of food for both Valhalla, and the two of you.” He nodded to the two strangers with an easy grin.

“She’s in a clearing, with plenty of growth walling her in, so if we’re careful, two of us could circle down around either side of her and spook her into the ambush of the two of us lying in wait downwind. The latter two can topple her while the courser pair catches up to help finish the kill.”

He shifted to his paws and padded quietly back down the trail, adding “She’s settled in for the day, from the looks of it. Which of you would like to do the spooking?” To his mind, he and Nolan could do the takedown, with their larger size they would have a good chance at pulling her off balance and bringing her down while the courser pair caught up.

He tossed a glance over his shoulder at the three, ears perked as he paused long enough for responses.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think