Hushed Willows Avengers... time to work for a living.

While Stark knew they had never tried an event like this as a pack since he had taken over he still was proud of the way that they moved. It was a unit, each piece playing it's part. Banner and Kirin kept the agitated moose stressed and focused on them. Stark kept trying to land a few superficial hits while still keeping his eyes on Silas, watching the boy's footwork. Soon he wouldn't be a boy anymore, already he was grown but still had so much to learn. For a moment he watched the boy as he lunged forward, snapping at the moose and felt his pride flourish. He was doing well. 

Stark let loose a deep growl, landing a hit on the moose's hind leg and giving a rough tug. The wound bleed profusely, maybe he'd caught an artery, but what happened next was just a smidge of poor planning. Before he could get away the moose struck him in the shoulder, causing the male to let out a yelp as he retreated a couple paces. It definitely hurt to put pressure on it but he wouldn't stop the hunt or leave the three to settle themselves. 

With a snarl Stark leapt at the moose, connecting at the shoulder. With a rough yank he aimed to bring the moose down, hoping his weight would be enough to bring the uneven beast down where he might get a little revenge for the strike to his shoulder.