It’s feeding time.

This hunt was over before it had started. The moose had been worn down to its last legs and no longer had any fight left in it. No sooner had it realized Tonravik was before it, than the moose sealed its own fate and gave in. The leggy creature succumbed to death. After all of their previous dealings with moose, it was about time they had a stroke of luck. Here it was. Finally.

The moose fell. It breathed its last and now it was time for eating. He joined Tonravik at the moose's underbelly and moved aside to let her have better access at the liver. He went for other things, consuming his fill before he stepped aside to let Nanuk have her turn.

When all was said and done, they could drag this corpse back inside their rim, add its bones to the Pukulria, and save the rest for whoever of their own required a bite.