Ouroboros Spine Under the bludgeonings of chance

A shrug. Tonravik looked back to the herd, and knew there was only way to get her to see. So, she moved forward. Today, they would not hunt. They would test, and harass. The two of them were large, and surely capable of taking down an unhealthy one with their combined experience... but, the limping creature was not so bad off that he would be an easy takedown, and his mighty rack was certainly a deterrent.

Firstly the woman growled lowly, slow, the gruff command demanded. This would be no mad dash from the get go, not initially. They would need to first approach the moose and get in good range before they began the chase, the harassing. Tonravik did have plenty of speed on her side, and could run for miles and miles and miles before stopping, but even with that if the herd got a good head start, their efforts would be futile this night.

Certainly, the creatures this late were moving to where they would be bedding.

And so she began to prowl forward, slowly but surely, pausing every now and again to observe and see if they noted her approach...