Neverwinter Forest Intrepid

The forest, much of it, was an extension of her own claim at the Spine. But Tonravik followed a scent trail of an injured animal she had wounded days ago. The alpha followed the beast dedicatedly, separating it from its herd in her persistent harassment. The herd seemed to realize it was not them they wanted, but this one; the old moose was let go of soon after. The leader would not let it do anything as she followed it... 

And now its limp was a heavy one, more pronounced. It was thirsty; she had not let it near a water source to slake it. The thing was exhausted enough to bring down on her own at this point. 

It drifted out of the Spine and still, she followed it. She would bring it back to the Spine, but for the moment, she let it think itself victorious. Well, if it had felt that way, that feeling was truly short-lived. For his knuckled knees buckled, and it breathed heavily as it fell. Tonravik moved closer to it, to bring it to its end. But the mighty beast lifted its antlered head and jerked it vigorously, suggesting it had one last fight in it.