Moose Drool
09-27-2020, 05:29 PM
Wyndelin was mostly curious about seeing the muse. He wondered if it was sick like the last one he'd seen this far south, but he wasn't quite sure about hunting one. Last time had been pretty nerve-wracking. Still, the group had had good luck so far. What was one more? As long as they used caution and common sense it would likely turn out alright. He pulled up alongside Halla, eyeing the moose as it stumbled and staggered. It leaned up against a tree then fell onto its front knees. It stared at the ground for a moment before getting back to its feet. Wyndelin wrinkled his nose. He wasn't quite sure what was wrong with it other than it was in really rough shape. "Talk" |