to arms, to arms

Relief settles in Dom's chest as more of their number join. A bold young man, already trying to take on the moose by the nose. Driving the large, velveteen beast back. With a swinging head, it tries to smash Dominus, though the boy has picked a good enough spot to remain out of reach. Ankles. Everyone else was going for the ankles, so he would too. Allowing himself to slide down the shoulder, he lashes out with overwhelming force. Sinking in, though Dom doesn't quite understand that he should be releasing as well. Holding on until the moose wrenches free, and then returning for another chomp. Bite after bite, he's doing what he can to output damage. Herding isn't his first language, but he'll probably catch on here in a moment.

"Dominus"