Duskfire Glacier unafraid

For now, the ears had slipped her mind entirely. The moose was faltering quickly, unable to keep up with the maze of snow, trees, and brush, while fighting back the weight of each wolf at the same time. Back legs kicked out, strikes erractic and aimless. Dione, still clung to the front half of the moose, was safe for now.

She knew moose to be tough opponents; that was the fun of the hunt. This one was no exception, for while it was weakened by the winter months there was still a clear fighting spirit pulsing through. Dione could almost respect it.

The moose being to lower in the snow, growing slow and weak, Dione released her grip and lunged for the ear closest to her reach.

A miss. The moose, legs bracing, continued forward. Dione fell just behind, but it would not be difficult to catch up.