heed the call

The wolves he hunted with were something else. They seemed to almost effortlessly hunt this thing, working as a team to bring the beast down. After he had raked its face with his horns, his partner had managed to grab a front leg and caused the beast to trip. He put a little more distance between him and the moose, just in case it decided it was going to fall on him or something. It fell hard to the ground, the wind knocked out of the beast. Ruga pinned its shoulder down so that it would be harder for it to get back up. Though it flailed in an attempt to get back on its feet, its efforts were futile. Seeing the opening, Grimoire lunged, teeth wrapping around its throat and he held on and bit down until the moose suffocated.

Its fight was over.