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

With Wildfire hanging back and the moose sluggishly making its way away from them, Niamh closed in, watching for Colt's movements, and keeping track of Eljay in her peripheral vision, as the two of them would need to work together to keep the moose from bolting- if it even could. While it sensed the danger, or seemed to, it seemed incapable of moving away from them at any pace, so Niamh let ouy a shrill bark, just to test the waters and see if it would spook. They were close enough now that even if it did spook, they'd be able to catch up. The moose flicked an ear in their direction and rolled one weary eye their way, but did not hasten its pace. 

That was enough for Niamh. She pressed forward, coming up along one side of it and snapped at one of its hind legs. A long second later, it kicked out, its movement slow and clumsy. "Go for it, Colt," She said, assuredly. She was certain they could bring it down- and a bit disappointed their hunt would be so easy.