to arms, to arms

When Dominus realizes exactly what everyone is up to, he does relinquish the ankle. Taking on a different technique and trying not to get kicked in the process. They would drive it off instead of taking it down, though he's not sure entirely why yet. Still fresh in the ways of the world, he hasn't needed to think for himself like this before. Ah, strategy would come in time.

For now, he follows the others' suit. Gnashing teeth and driving at the moose, pushing it to the edge of the forest. Making their way overland quickly, though they're ungodly harsh about it. The taste of moose blood on his lips isn't enough to sate him, but it would calm his head for now.

"Dominus"