Fresh meat a la moose

She ran alongside her nephew and spared him a gleeful glance. Her blood was hot with the hunt, and she was eager for the kill. When she got closer enough, she lowered her head, and managed a jab to its upper leg as they attempted to bleed and weaken it.

The lead wolves were doing their own bit of damage, and Ara knew the killing strike would land soon. While she was a little disappointed to be in the back, she didn’t let it stop her from doing her job. Any chance she got, she would swipe at the moose. Cause whatever distraction she could as the two lead wolves looked for the opening they needed to end it.


"Naráca Mendacium"