Don't Moose With Me!

He had yet to decide on whether or not he'd join up with his father, return to the Raiders, or go elsewhere. Truth be told, he was likely a more solitary beast, but he hadn't been alone long enough to really figure that out. He walked beside the river, listening to its rushing waters as he contemplated life. He wasn't quite sure what to do just yet, but he supposed he had time to figure it out. It's not like he had anything important to work toward...or did he? He snorted. Probably not. He was driven, but his ambition was lacking. He didn't know what he wanted. Which honestly, only angered him more. He needed a goal...he needed something. He just didn't know what that something was yet.

Focused on the sight and sound of the river, he wasn't aware that he was encroaching on the path of a rather big bull moose. At least, it wasn't until he heard an angry snort and the sudden pounding on the ground. Looking up, his eyes widened as he suddenly (and barely) dodged to the side, paws splashing in the water as the panicked split decision forced him to jump the wrong way. The bull moose had charged him without warning, and of course he was alone for the time being since his dogs had gone off to find a meal. Snarling, he whirled around to face the beast, crimson bristles on end and his teeth bared. There was absolutely no way he'd be getting away from this uninjured...or worse. Not on his own, at least.

WC: 264/1500

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