There was nothing but chaos all around. He could hear the sounds of his packmates yelling over the frantic bleats of the moose and Serach's own snarls. He had no idea where any of them were - his gold eyes were half-closed, blinded by the splatter of blood. He had clung on to dear life initially, hopefully distracting the moose long enough to allow Sahalie, Drift, and Darrah to get away. But he felt his grip loosen as the giant beast tried to rear up. Releasing his jaws from the moose's hide, he fell back to earth, shoved backwards roughly by the body mass of the wounded creature. Shuffling backwards, Serach fought hard to keep his footing. Falling now would almost certainly end in him being trampled to death, which was a sacrifice the boy wasn't quite willing to make to save his fellow packmates.

The brute's antlers were swaying about dangerously. Whether out of fear or aggression, the moose had begun to back towards a tree, defending his flank against more attacks. There was a bright red spot where Serach had attacked, but Spieden beat him to another assault on the moose's shoulder. The wound was worsened, blood falling in streams and streaks down the side and to the ground. It was an intoxicating smell, one that signaled to Serach's baser instincts of feast and famine. With the pups out of immediate harm, the rest of them could turn their defensive assault into an all out hunt.

They couldn't do anything with the moose stuck against the tree though, where his antlers could effectively deter any attack. They would have to make the moose run. Darting forward, Serach snapped at the moose, coming close enough to feel the beast shift towards him, but just out of range of the dangerous antlers. Shifting to the side, the boy snarled and lunged forward again, hoping to successfully turn the moose long enough to be able to get him to back up from the tree.

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Leaping forwards, backwards, and side to side, Serach continued to lunge at the moose, his teeth clicking together in a threatening metallic snap every time they came together. He could see the rage and the fear in the moose's eyes, but the beast refused to move although it was crying out in agony and bleeding profusely. But Serach did not let up; he was determined to get the moose away from the tree so the pack could finish the job and bring the beast down.

All of that determination went up in smoke the second that the great beast lowered its head and charged. Serach's snarls rose in pitch and loudness as he sprang to aside to avoid the surely fatal attack. As the moose veered off to the side, charging straight past him and Spieden and into the woods. The two leaders gave chase, and after a moment of trying to catch his breath and shake off the near-death experience, the subordinate followed as well, snapping along at the heels of the moose until they successfully chased him past the borders. The scent of blood still in his nose and the metallic taste in his mouth, Serach wanted nothing more than to continue the chase until they had brought the beast down. With an animal that large, the pack could eat well for days, but Drestig's order rang loud and clear in the boy's ears and he reluctantly gave up the chase.

His tongue rolling out of his mouth, Serach panted heavily, glancing at Spieden and Drestig before setting off at a much slower pace back towards where they had come from. They needed to rendezvous as a pack and make sure they had all made it out of the fight unscathed.