Alces alces

Sunken down into the underbrush, Azoula was waiting for the right moment to strike, understanding that patience and self-control were necessary virtues in the game of hunting. But she should have known her hunt wouldn’t be effortless; in fact, someone was crashing it before her very eyes, leaping out from the tree line and herding it towards her. Oh? Something about the tiny wolf was vaguely familiar; seeing such a small thing wasn’t common, after all. But Azoula didn’t have time to dwell on it, her prey was running straight at her, and she needed to act.

Flanking to her right, she leaps out from the foliage and cuts the moose calf off, releasing a mighty roar that is almost deafening. The calf startles, trying to flank to the left, but Azoula is vicious and relentless; springing off her hind legs, she leaps into the air and straight onto its back, sinking her hooked claws into its hide and grabbing onto the back of its neck.  


”Speech”