Sun Mote Copse i just want to be part of your symphony

For a second a humane thought slipped in his mind as he looked at the moose, its physical body old and fragile, its spirit settled down dangerously upon the ground readying himself to die. Grandpa Moose. Would they ever do the creature a favor to kill it? Not only would it feed new life but at the same time it wouldn't gruesomely starve to death.

When Superjayjay keked (lol) to get help, he wondered for a second if that would startle the moose. His golden eyes observed the creature's every move like a hawk hungrily searching for a prey. Maybe it was a risk to work together with just the two of them, however if one or more wolves would arrive the mission would definitely succeed.

Another wolf heard their call luckily, it was a blond beauty who introduced herself as Niamh. Dipping his head in a polite greeting, Epic introduced himself albeit softly not to startle the moose; in case it had some last living wish. "Epic, a pleasure." He ended that statement with a wag of his tail and a gentle smile. "What's the gameplan?" Epic added thereafter, looking both at Superjay and Niamh for instructions as they probably knew these lands better and were more experienced.