to arms, to arms

A quick glance to the fluffy one, and its obvious he's maybe done this before. Taking her lead from him, she offers an occasional headbutt to the moose's flank so it won't come too far in her direction and trample her underfoot, otherwise, she keeps her bites low, towards the ankles and armpit, pinching, but not tearing. She knows that would be the better place to latch on if she wanted to bleed it, to weaken it, but this was about staking their claim and not about a meal. Not yet.

They work well together, for relative strangers, and she settles into the rhythm of it, the swings of antlers and flailing of hooves seeming to be more on principal than anything malicious now.

"speech"