Moonspear go out fighting

They happened upon the herd soon enough and a quiet stock proceeded without fanfare. The caribou amassed at decent size altogether, but winter had taken its toll. Where they were headed to Dirge could only imagine as finding meager prizes in the snow for their lot would be in scarce supply so close to the natural curve of the mountain. But bundled together and in close quarters Dirge was already cycling through options that would benefit them all as they readied themselves.

Branching out only a few meters from the other two, he changed his perspective as his gaze carried to the front of the herd and back again; he licked at his chops in thought. Perhaps with a little managing he thought, maybe they could steer them to a funnel of sorts in the stones and timber and make their pick from the stragglers.

With a casted glance to Dune, he was primed and ready.