He’s sort of a crooked tree, we’ll send him to Washington

Stjarna took great gulps of air as she raced along after the adults. She kept out of the way for the most part, not risking getting to close but when the moose went down she sprang into action. Stjarna latched onto the outside of one of the hind legs, her fangs digging into its back, claws latching on tight as she hugged the creature's thigh. Her hope was that if he did some how get back to his feet that her positioning would make it too difficult for the moose to kick her. Once the moose finally stopped struggling she let go and took a step back. Whoa, this thing was huge!


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