moose it or lose it

The white raven clacked her beak at the smaller corvid and gave him a measuring look. "Я Этерна (I am Eterna)" She cawed at him back in their native tongue. When they alighted into the air her wings thrashed against his as she bolted from the branch first. Prove you can be part of the flock, She dared with a glare.

Ollie followed the smaller wolf and his brother, looking at the massive beast-deer with gigantic antlers. Those things would be heavy. He suddenly knew he wanted the skull over the front door of the treehouse. Unless Spider wants it, "Spider, you get first dibs on the skull and antlers, if not, I want it over the front door of the tree house." He whispered at them. How were they going to take down that mountain? It had a massive hump and weird dangly bits in front of its throat...

"The legs are tall, I bet we can trip it and make it fall on some rocks or stakes." He suggested, laying low in the underbrush. His white coat would be an easy telltale sign of danger for the weird monstrous-goat thing.

"Speech!"