Mmmmmoose!

Tove races forward, the bull moose bellowing in panic before turning to run. The feline releases a loud snarl that resounds through the forest and the galaxy-cloaked wolf pulls her lips back over her teeth as she offers her own snarl. Compared to the huge cat’s, it is a strangled, cut short, and much softer. The woman’s vocal chords are rough from disuse, the months spent with speaking plain to hear. Her voice may be soft but her actions are powerful and Tove works diligently to keep the moose between the hunters. It tries to break away, angling toward the feline’s side but it is quickly set back on the correct path. The crumbled wall comes into view and she gives another strangled snarl and snap at the moose’s leg, urging it toward up and over the section… and into the waiting trap.

"Tove Baade"