hunting party

Little needed to be said in the thick of things. Especially a hunt such as this. Wren had split seconds to check how everyone was doing before it began, and ended. The bull moose was dead as a result. Who cared who made the killing blow? Perhaps it was a combination of all the snapping and biting? It was done within half an hour. The moose lay dead, bleeding out from various wounds.

"Good work, everyone" Wren stood by Gimli in the end, huffing and puffing from the effort "take your pickings; you all earned it." Then they'd begin, to make sure everyone had a fair take of the massive beast. By the time it was over, everyone did. Wren would leave the location with her own share, content to dry it and keep it for later.

But perhaps it would be the last time she hunted with wolves such as these. Who knew? Only time would tell.

/exit

"Speech"
3/3 hunt x-large prey (bull moose)
ooc; wrap! exit for skills
3rd round - finish