darn moose

Venturing up north at this time of year wasn't a very smart idea, Kuroki was well aware of that, but he knew there was large game up here. A worthy challenge for the newly appointed Chunin. Beating the Shogun had made him cocky beyond belief, he felt as though he was capable of anything and was eager to put himself to the test. To bring back the largest prey on his own and drag it home to show off, as was his right. Back in Ashen the snow reached about his ankles on a rough day, but up here it was well up to his shin, making traversing far more difficult than he would have liked. A shiver worked its way down his spine, even with his panther cloak and tolerance of the cold-after all he'd been born in a wintery spring-he was still frozen to the bone. Why anyone willingly chose to live up here was beyond him, a choice he reckoned they were regretting about now.

Slowing to a walk, Kuroki came across some hoof tracks in the snow. They were large, a little bigger than his paws but not so massive they belonged to a full grown moose. A juvenile then?

"Kuroki Tantō Ōritsu Abraxas"