Chocolate Mousse

Marrow

Marrow settled in amongst the fall grasses, the lanky woman at her side. The duo had met and agreed to go hunting together and her original plan had been to try for one of the deer or antelope but as she scouted she found herself a moose. It was way to far south and seemed to be a bit disoriented. Marrow had a hard time resisting an ill animal and she wouldn't help but wonder if the pair of them could take it. For now they settled down and watched it, trying to come up with a plan that wouldn't leave one of them severely injured or dead. It was a bull moose, the antlers still proudly displayed atop its head.