Moonspear Child of Dust

Bronco chuckled, pleased that he'd stumped Antares, who in the end, didn't seem to have much experience with the creature at all...And, given where he lived, it made sense- which made Bronco feel a bit dumb for having spoken with such familiarity about an animal that wouldn't normally live in the high reaches of a mountain. They tended to- like the nickname implied- live in boggy, swamp-like areas with dense, coniferous forests. Those weren't exactly the sort of things you'd find at such a high altitude. 

"I guess, right?" He said, with an apologetic grin. Him blabbering on about moose would've had the same effect if Antares had had jokes about the mountain goats. "Yeah, they like swamps and bogs- I've hunted a couple, but they're pretty hard to hunt, right up there with elk," He said, figuring that Antares would at least have some familiarity with the herd animal that did breach the gap between the lowlands and the highlands. "We generally just hunt deer as a pack. A lot less risk that way; moose or an elk'll kill ya either with its feet or with its antlers," He said. "They just like....lower their head, an' GUT YA!" He exclaimed, having quietly attempted to meander a bit closer to Antares- and without warning, he ducked his head down and made an attempt to swing it under Antares' ribcage, and jab upward quickly, hoping he'd catch the other yearling off guard enough so that he could give him a good head-butt to the ribs.