The Floodlands flutterbat

there was no possible way he could take a fully grown bull moose down alone, but Cas had tracked one into the wetlands all the same. he marvelled at the palmate antlers, the great splayed feet, the stupid floppy nose (okay he more chuckled at that). the dark wolf kept well aside from the ruminant, though from time to time the moose snorted threateningly in his direction, warning the predator not to fuck around. this was the biggie smalls of moose.

tilting back his head, Casmir called for @Laika, wanting her to come see this big vicious thing. also, he had things to tell her and things to ask her. compromise, Shreya'd said. let's see if they could do it. 

he pretended to run at the moose but feinted far out of its reach; it bellowed in anger and Casmir jumped back, laughing breathlessly.