Coran peeked around at the second man to join them and gave a polite nod of greeting as well as agreement in that they had enough wolves now to try and take down that moose. He readied himself, creeping forward with the yearling and when she sprang he swiftly joined. The women were swifter and he flinched a little as the slim one just narrowly avoided the antlers. With a snarl he dove forward, seizing the left ankle of the moose in his jaws. It kicked backwards, freeing its leg from his jaws but now it was spooked, finally starting to turn and flee but with a little luck they could get it on the ground soon.