Broken Antler Fen Between two points.

"Don't attempt to eat him though - who knows, what kind of crazy mumbo jumbo would happen to you then," Wraen remarked, following the grand thing with her gaze and thinking that it was a miracle it had survived here as long as it had. During summers this guy had to be an easy target for anyone in several mile radius. The only thing that spared him from a quick and sad fate, was its immense size. 

"And he was so kind to plough a path for us," she observed the trail in the snow that the moose had left behind. "We might as well follow this one and see - maybe there are more, where he came from," she suggested lightheartedly, sniffing the snow and sneezing, when something got in her nose. "You know - we - that's us and Redhawks - could join forces for a big hunt. We have elk here too," Wraen suggested, looking up to see, what Towhee thought of this idea. 

If you want, we can fade this out, once they spot something that they could actually take down. I am not a big fan of writing out prolonged hunting descriptions. :)