Mæva sat quietly beneath the barren fruit trees, watching a bull moose move slowly through the territory. It seemed confused, listless. There was definitely something wrong with it but she was not enough of a healer to know exactly what. She only knew that most diseases didn't transfer from prey to wolf, otherwise she would not have been instructed to take advantage of sick animals when hunting. As it was, sick or not, the moose was still far to large for her to even think about attacking. She'd have to settle for watching it. Maybe if she got lucky it would just drop dead and she'd be able to make an easy meal of it. After all, prey animals got sick and aged all the time. Sometimes their bodies would just give out.

"That animal needs to die" The behemoth of a fae had come up through the orchard and had spied both Mæva and the oddly moving moose. Standing beside the girl, she motioned towards the moose with her nose. "Do you see the glassiness in its eyes? The confusion?" The maned woman had come across such illness before. Sometimes ungulates lost all fear of predators as well and would walk right up to them. "It will die a slow, painful death if left alive. It would be a mercy for us to kill it." The two of them couldn't take down a bull moose even in the state of sickness that this one was in. Hopefully another one or two would come along soon. They could take it down and divvy it out. Despite the illness, the woman knew that the disease didn't transfer to wolves.

I'd rather be dead than live a lie
BURN THE WHITE FLAG!

Hunger drove Natha westward. She knew she could take from the pack stores now that she was a member of a pack, but that wasn't her style. Not when she still had the energy to hunt. It was a part of feline nature that drove her to stalk, hunt, and capture. Not to mention that winter was an excellent time to hunt rabbit.

A familiar scent caught her attention, she recognized that it belonged to one of her pack mates. Perhaps the wolf was also out hunting? She followed the scent and came upon her pack mate, Resin, as well as an unfamiliar youngling. They were watching a moose. Natha approached quietly as she heard Resin's words. "I agree." She had no idea how to hunt something that big but she was more than happy to take Resin's instructions. Not to mention she was curious what it would taste like.

RK said to go on without her so to keep it at 4 I'm throwing in Hari!

Harbringr's travels brought him northward. He had no destination in particular, simply a sudden urge to travel and the need fro some space to clear his head. He was just working his way around foreign pack lands when he caught the scent of Armada. It wasn't Zee or Sirius but he figured he might go say hello to whomever the scent belonged to.

When he arrived he spied an Armada woman an Armada… cat, and an unfamiliar youth. Mismatched eyes narrowed as he stared for a moment at the moose. He licked his lips. "Please tell me you all are thinking of taking that thing down."

Mæva crouched down in the grass when she heard the sound of approaching paws but it turned out to be Resin. She listened as the older woman stated that the moose needed to die. Mæva glanced at it then back at Resin and nodded. Before she could speak a lynx appeared and Mæva's fur bristled as she eyed the other predator but Resin didn't seem terribly bothered by the cat. Shortly after a male appeared. It seemed the smell of the sickly moose was drawing in predators from all over.

She turned to Resin. "How should we do this?"

Soon the duo turned into a quartet. Natha arrived as did a man that she didn't recognize, but he smelled familiar. Maeva questioned her and Resin brought he singular gaze back to the wandering moose. She thought about it for a moment, running different scenarios through her head. There were four of them. It shouldn't be terribly difficult, especially with the giant ungulate being ill. "If two of you pull its attention and can lead it between some of the more thickly growing trees, it will hamper its movements. Then I can work on taking out the back legs." The ones leading would have to be quick on their paws. She believed Natha and Maeva would be good for the job. Bringing her golden eye to rest on the man, she continued. "Resin, Maeva, Natha," She gave their names to the man quickly. Introductions over. "You and I would be best suited to provide brute force." They were the largest of the foursome. If they could get beneath it to drop the thing, they would have it. Before she left the rest of the group to take up her place, she warned. "Be wary of the antlers, but the real damage will come from the front legs. Be quick and be safe. Don't take unnecessary risks." She'd seen moose snap spines with those legs. Quickly and quietly, Resin padded away, coming around the moose from behind. It was still dazed and meandering about. Sometimes it walked backwards, shaking its head. This could be easy, but the unpredictability would also make it very dangerous. "Speech"

I'd rather be dead than live a lie
BURN THE WHITE FLAG!

Natha eyed the stranger for a moment before she recognized the scent he carried belonged to their allies, Ashen. She turned her focus back to Resin as the girl asked the important question of how they'd be taking this creature down. On her own Natha would never attempt to take down such prey but with a group it was different and she looked forward to trying something she'd never eaten before.

Natha nodded as her instructions were given. They needed to lead or herd the moose into the thicker brush but that was going to be tricky with its altered mental state. Natha moved up behind the moose and off to the side to make her a bit harder to kick. She leapt forward and deftly scratched the outside of the moose's left leg. It moaned and swung its head sharply back toward the feline. Natha scrambled closer to the brush and the moose gave chase but only for ten feet or so before it slowed to a stop and stood there blinking stupidly.

Harbringr licked his lips as Resin laid out their hunting plan. To the best of his knowledge he'd never eaten a moose before and he was anxious to give it a try. It was a large beast but he felt they stood a fair shot and he nodded swiftly as he was given the task of brute force. That was a job he most certainly could do!

The feline started them off, darting toward the moose. Harbringr quickly moved to the creature's right side to make going right less desirable. For now he held back, not wishing to upset the tactics of the others. The moose seemed aggressive and he didn't want the thing following him out into a more open area. Best to hang back for now.

Determination settled on Mæva's brown as Resin laid out her plan. It sounded like a good one to the girl and she was anxious to be helpful and show just how much she'd improved. Natha started annoying the moose and Mæva held back at first. She wanted to get an idea for whether it would run when chased or attack them. That would give them an idea as to whether they could chase it where they wanted or would need to tempt it along instead.

As the moose turned to attack the cat Mæva leapt forward and snapped at the moose. It reared and slammed its front legs down before charging at her. She quickly dove into the brush. The moose's great antlers got caught in the low hanging branches of a nearby tree and it thrashed violently.

Everyone seemed to understand their tasks and set to work. Once Natha and Maeva pulled the moose into the thicker trees and shrubs, Resin crept forward. From the corner of her good eye, she could see the Ashen man coming in closer as well, though they both kept their distance. It was only when the moose got his antlers trapped in the branches of a tree that the scarred woman would rush into action. Moving quickly forward, Resin kept to the side, not approaching directly from behind. No one wanted a hoof to the face. The woman sank her teeth into the heavy, thick tendon on the back, right leg of the moose. The beast bellowed and began thrashing anew to separate itself from the tree branch, but for now it was stuck. Shaking her head back and forth, Resin worried at the wound, splintering the tendon little by little. Eventually the tendon would snap like a well worn rope and the moose would lose use of that leg. On such a big creature, it was a death sentence. "Speech"

As the moose thrashed Natha backed away for a moment then crouched her legs and leapt up onto the back of the moose where she felt a bit safer. She'd rather be up and out of the way of the hooves and with her up on the back of the moose's neck it flung its head back, further tangling its antler's in the branches above.

Natha scooted along the back of the creature's neck. Her claws dug in, her left paw over the back of his neck and her right paw along the underside. Her claws dug in deep, her hind legs holding strong as she wrapped her fangs around the creature's throat. Natha dug in as deep as she could, thrashing her head but it was going to take work. She hoped the wolves could help weaken the moose while she worked on its throat.

As Resin moved for the back right leg, Harbringr dove in for the left hind leg, coming in at the side. He leapt over the brush and rotated his head sharply to the side. His fangs latched solidly around the moose's left hind leg. His head thrashed violently as he tore into leg, ripping through flesh and tendons. He wasn't as graceful as Resin was and had to hold on tightly. The moose kicked and thrashed but Harbringr was stubborn and he held on until the moose suddenly stumbled as it started loosing its ability to stand. He could see the cat holding on and he leapt up, fangs digging into the moose's left thigh, trying to use his weight to drag the moose down.

Mæva was happy about the moose getting tangled and she watched as Natha leapt up onto the back of the moose while Resin and the strange man dug into its hind legs. She wanted to help but she wasn't quite sure what to do. She eyed the left front leg and attacked from the side using quick, glancing blows. She bit and retreated as the leg thrashed out toward her. Then suddenly the moose was down as it could not stand on only one leg. It grew weaker and weaker by the moment until it finally lay still. "Hooray!" She cheered as she moved over toward the moose to start eating.

Just as Harbringr did, Resin bite into the upper haunch of the moose and used her great weight to begin pulling it downward. The bellowing beast struggled, but soon realized that it didn't stand a chance. No matter how muddled its brain was, it knew that it was dying. As it fell, it flailed a bit and Resin was worried that Natha and Maeva might get kicked. Once down, Resin left the task of holding the moose down to Harbringr and quickly joined the lynx in cutting off the ungulate's air supply. Really, it hadn't been difficult at all. With a healthy moose, it would have been a massive chore. The group had been lucky that the antlers got caught in the trees. Releasing the now dead moose, Resin moved off a few feet and lay in a patch of shade, catching her breath. She couldn't help but grin at Maeva's enthusiasm and watched as the girl began to eat. "Speech"