Coran lagged a bit behind but he still kept up with the group. He eyed the hind legs of the moose debating if he should try to grab ahold again and trip the creature. Thankfully, he needn't have worried. Whether due to its illness, the prairie dog holes, or a combination of the two, the moose went down hard. In a moment the other wolves were on it. The women did an excellent job of preventing their prey from getting back to its feet. Being the biggest of the group he leapt for the throat of the moose, latching his jaws in deep. The moose twisted its head but between Coran's teeth on its throat and Marrow's at the back of its neck it soon succumbed and the wolves had their dinner.
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