Don't Moose With Me!

The young female known it was dangerous to be out and about without alerting others to were she was going, growing bored of the woods she was part of. She needed and wanted excitement. But not like this. The slate woman stood there off the shores of the Rio, gathering some herbs that grew near the waters edge. Mae was quiet for too long, always helping with this or that. A snort was offered. The sound of commotion pulling Mae's attention away. She had to help even if it didn't matter to anyone. It mattered to her. Placing the herbs she had gathered down, knowing if anything or anyone grabbed them. She'd be able to gather more.

Spotting a large male moose and than a greyish black male with blood hued hair, staying hidden within the tall grasses and cattails, it did little to no good keeping her hidden. However she needed to help. Not that it was really needed. She wanted too. Her lips curling up into snarls as cotton candy pools locked onto the moose. Her eyes widen as witnessing the male move out of the water, causing water to splash. That's when the woman snarled coming closer into the line of veiw of the beast to give the male some time to gather his baring's. "Are you alright?" She spoke never letting her attention completely leave the angry moose. Knowing that one wrong move could seriously harm the duo.

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"Speech!"