Moose Drool

*Halla* · (This post was last modified: 09-27-2020, 05:43 PM by Halla.)

The others caught up and Halla turned to the yearling and nodded. Yes, they might as well give it a shot. The moose was clearly dying, the least they could do was put it out of its misery and get a good meal. Of course, the brain would need to be left alone but that was fine. There were more ways to tan a hide than just the brain, assuming she decided she wanted to keep the hide. "Let's just go for it. Try and work at getting its legs out from under it then whoever is free can go for the throat." The moose's hooves were the most dangerous weapon on the cow and she was grateful they didn't have to deal with the antlers of a male. Still, one good kick to the head could kill a wolf. They needed to be careful with an animal this unpredictable.

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