Barrow Fields blood and wine

Going to go ahead and post since Artemis is inactive. :)

The two wolves trotted in tandem, moving opposite one another to position themselves on either side of the moose. Floki cast a final glance at the coyote, but deemed that it would not be a problem. It was necessary now for him to focus his full attention on the potential meal.

He accelerated as the moose did, though he was far from exerting himself just yet. His eyes roved hungrily over the creature's body, examining it for any signs of weakness. It was worried; he could smell its fear and his ears turned at the sound of its anxious lowing.

For now, he snapped harmlessly at its heels, perhaps enjoying the chase more than he should have. With prey so scarce, he needed to buckle down and focus, but he was giddy and over-confident. He exchanged a grin with Tevinter as his teeth clicked together sharply, feeling the ripple of air from the moose's nearby hooves.