moose it or lose it

Ollie glanced at the stranger walking up next to him, considering his words and trying to map out the attack over the terrain. It wasn't until Wylan was subtly moving in front of Vesper and read some of his cues that he took a closer look at the male and narrowed his eyes. He shouldn't be surprised when Vesper goaded the other for looking.

Ollie raised his head and tail and pressed his side into Vesper, his slave. "Anything beyond that loses a limb." He warned him quietly before turning back to the girl. His dark green eyes pierced her blues, warning her not to push it further. This was a hunt, not a social event. If she wanted more of these excursions he didn't want to regret this one.

"Sounds like a plan. You distract it, we pull its legs out." He replied and sank to the ground to ready himself for the launch. Waiting for Wylan to get into position.

As Wylan became the distraction he launched swiftly into action across the northern snows. He aimed for the hock of the beast with his teeth and chining claws.

"Speech!"