Mmmmmoose!

White-dipped paws pull Tove after the large feline, the woman’s scarred pelt standing out in stark contrast to the snowy landscape around them. When the moose comes into view, the older wolf crouches low, splitting off from the cat to move through the trees and around to the opposite side of the injured creature. She stays low, moving stealthy until she is in place. Duel-toned eyes dart to where the monochrome cat lays in wait, looking for the signal to run. It is subtle, a dip of the feline’s large head and they are off. Tove rushes forward, moving to pin the injured creature between the hunters and drive it toward the waiting trap.

"Tove Baade"