Moose Drool

Since Asla slept in one of the trees in the Weeping Woods, she had seen the trio of wolves prepare the next day. She'd invited herself along, not quite ready to give up her company just yet. As the foursome walked along, they came upon a moose. Grey ears instantly perked. She hoped that the rest of them were thinking what she was thinking. Lavender eyes flashed as the girl grinned and motioned towards the moose with a pull of her head. It didn't matter that it was sick, she just really like killing things. "Shall we then?" There would be a lot of meat to distribute. She could help take things wherever it was needed. Perhaps she could borrow her aunt Io's cart.