Now moose were a bit different from deer and elk. They didn't mind going in the water. Rather it was a swamp, bog, or pond. So she had in mind the hills, just before it turned into the rocks of the heights. It would be a lot of work if he kept going, adding to their cause. If he did get far he wasn't as agile for the rocks.
Despite the smell of blood she pushed forward, motioning to her companions when she could her direction was the east. They'd get the idea, as the ground started to rise. Already the creature's pants filled the air, and his eyes drew upward. Seeing the trap. A short high pitched howl rose from her throat, half in glee, and the other her cue this was it. She would join in leaping forward, aiming another wound to the bleeding beast.