Mmmmmoose!

Tove lifts a brow at the low growl of the cat before silently indicating the direction of the injured moose. It doesn’t seem to object so, she digs across from the huge feline, her paws having to work harder to break through the frozen ground. The smell of earth fills her nostrils as they churn through making the pit, each scoop of removed dirt pushing the pit a little closer to completion. Duel-toned eyes watch what the lioness does and Tove is able to judge the depth that the feline is going for. The nebula-cloaked wolf finishes dig her side out and begins to move toward the huge feline, the trap nearly complete for their unsuspecting prey.

"Tove Baade"