Moonspear go out fighting

They set off one after the other and he drew up the rear; short work was made to get them moving and to scatter. All it had taken was a couple of warning and alarmed bleats to really put things in motion. Dirge weaved the difference between Charon and Dune with patience, taking stock of their actions before he finally wheeled to trail the alpha male.

Snapping after the hocks of those keen on fleeing was a Moonspear tradition he thought, though it was only to aid in ensuing they would choose to reconvene with their kin later than sooner. By then Charon had already turned back towards the grouping with their prize and as Dirge mirrored him late, he spied Dune's large form moving just as swift through snow pack.

Not wanting to waste a beat, Dirge took that as a sign to close in with haste on the smaller group. His snapping here was only to encourage them to go faster, to weed the able from the lame, and then perhaps he would swing back around on the slimmer pickings.

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