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The youngster listened to Wren's words as the other males gathered around. Surely with this much testosterone and muscle, taking down one bull moose that was already injured would be simple enough. Not a single word left his own lips as he waited out the silence in case anyone else had an opposition to the plan. Thankfully, Wren appeared to be a good leader. Picking up his own pace to follow the brunette through the plains toward the coppery scent of trailing blood, Ghoul's ruby eyes lit up at the sight of the massive bull.

When the darker coated dire pulled ahead to aim for the left front, Ghoul took this as his chance to move around toward the right. He wasn't nearly as large as the other males, but he would be close enough. With enough power moving beneath his skin, Ghoul darted in and out as well. Helping pin the bull moose in a straight line, pushing it farther and farther as his teeth snapped at the right ankle and shoulder. Making careful to barely dodge out of the way of the moose's rack, Ghoul found enjoyment in the danger.

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