darn moose

Kuroki turned, peering over his shoulder to the wolf who'd been shadowing him for a little while. The fact he announced himself spoke volumes, he sought to join in the hunt. Which was fair enough, the Chunin supposed, pickings were few and far between and though Kuroki was stubborn he wouldn't say no to a helping paw-even if it meant having to split the kill in half.

"I don't feel like running in this snow." Kuroki said, his voice barely above a whisper. He pushed on, the scent growing all the more present in his nose. He squinted and through the trees he saw the brown of its figure, head down as it fed on a bush. It was distracted, good, granting them a good opportunity to slip in close, unnoticed. "You skirt ahead and drive it to me, then we can bring it down together?"