The Floodlands But I don’t get out much these days

This way and that way the moose had wandered, leaving behind a clear set of tracks in the snow, making it a simple task for Niamh to track it down. It’d moseyed past their claimed lands and to the West, toward the Floodplains; neutral territory. She could see it in the distance, but it hadn’t taken note of her. But even from afar, she could tell something was wrong with its pelt. 

The moose was almost absolutely covered in ticks, and it was lethargic and vague in its movements and didn’t seem to care that a wolf lingered not too far away. She licked her lips- but needed to consult someone who’d know whether it was even safe to eat before she did anything. And as she’d told @Colt, she was eager to go for a hunt with @Eljay and @Wildfire. She wanted to prove to them that she was a provider, and that Colt was too- and that they would make good parents. She could only hope she could keep on their good side as she called out for all three of them.