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

It was about time to put the poor creature out of its misery.  It didn't make a single move as Niamh or Eljay went closer, not when Niamh barked.  By the time she urged him on, he was already leveling to sprint.

Despite the ticks, the moose was still a beefy animal.  Colt lunges for the throat and latched on without issue, but it wasn't a one and done thing quite yet.  Finally the poor thing let out a bellow and jerked, but Colt was already adjusting his grip into a vice, twisting his head so that they could hopefully sever and end this.

I hope those things are happy on him, he thought as he caught sight of a clump of ticks out of the corner of his eye, hanging there.  As he thought this, he gave a final last jerk of his head and finally, the warm rush of the end.  The moose's knees finally buckled and Colt let go, twisting back to avoid it as it fell.