Obtuse, Guava Juice, Rubber Goose, Chocolate Moose

The entire spectacle unfolded in Rakia's vision as if painted across a sprawling canvas, each wolf and the massive moose swathed in a dynamic whirl of action. The fatigues of the frigid cold, the fear she'd felt for her associates as they'd advanced on the creature, now seemed a world away. She began to shake off her exhaustion like a snow-sodden pelt, her body alive with the thrill of the hunt.

The moose thrashed and roared, its feeble attempts to dislodge them appearing pitiful in comparison to their collective determination. Rakia snuffed a smirk, feeling the tug of the others as they clung to the beast. Rakia lunged towards the moose, aiming for its hind legs. Her fangs sunk into its flesh, eliciting a pained roar from the creature as it bucked wildly. She held on tightly, her muscles straining with the effort, as the moose's powerful kicks threatened to dislodge her. But Rakia was relentless, her grip firm and unyielding, even as the beast's thrashing whipped her around like a ragdoll.

"Rakia Perreau"