Mmmmmoose!

They work in silence and, once the pit is dug, Tove follows the large cat’s actions and disguises her side of the trap. Snow is used to cover up the freshly turned earth and by the time they finish, the pit is hard to see, if you are not looking for it. With the trap laid and camouflaged, the lioness lays out the plan and the galaxy pelted wolf nods in understanding. Her voice breaks the silence, rough, unused, and crackling, she grunts one simple word, “Deal.” Tove swallows thickly, her throat feeling like sandpaper after only saying one word. With that, the wolf follows after the feline, ready to take down the injured bull moose.

"Tove Baade"