Nomads Pass Rocky & Bullwinkle

RE: Nomads Pass, an injured, hostile moose is wandering around your territory

It had been the bellow that had caught her attention, down towards the eastern edge of the Pass. An ear twisted for a moment in confusion. Surely not? But there it was again, deep and demanding, shot through with pain. She could feel the adrenaline coursing through her system already. If it was indeed what she thought it was then this was not an opportunity to be missed, especially not as isolated as they were. Someone somewhere must be looking down on them with favour to deliver such a bounty.

A short hunting song slipped forth from her lips. They would need numbers to bring down this foe (if it was possible at all). At the very least it was worth investigating. A moose, even an injured one was a formidable target, but one that bore a bounty they could not pass up with snow still blanketing the pass. She did not wait for the wolves to gather at her side but headed down the Pass towards the bellowing she doubted her pack mates could miss, with a confident spring in her step at the thought of flesh tearing between her teeth and the warm rush of blood that would soon fill her mouth. Caches were all well and good but nothing beat the warmth and tender flesh of a fresh kill.

As the trees began to thin the crash of bracken sounded to her right and she swung with heavy movements. The odd angle of the old bulls leg would not help him any as he stumbled through the trees, but even injured this would be a dangerous hunt. His nostrils flared as he took in her scent and dangerous smile crossed her lips. It shouldn’t be long now until the others arrived. They would put the old man out of his misery.

The song of the alpha female did not go ignored, not by the sterling female whose lips quivered at the thought of having moose meat to eat. From the umber of a tall pine where she'd been resting she crept, stretching out her back legs and lowering her front end into a play-bow to stretch out her back. While she was not the strongest in the pack- she was likely one of the smallest adults- she was quick and deadly nonetheless.

She picked up a lope to catch up with the lead huntress, her alpha female. and soon enough she could hear the angered and pained calls of the moose. Frustration seeped into it voice, but when it went quiet for a moment Sagacity picked up her pace, not wanting to miss out on the action. When a warning bellow came, she knew at once that it had sensed its danger. It surprised Sagacity how stupid the creature had been to call out so loudly so close to a pack's territory.

She was pleased to find that yet again she was the first to arrive. She moved forward, nearing the alpha female with a crouched posture, ears laid back as the looked over the injured creature. It certainly wouldn't be able to outrun them, nor would it be able to balance as well or strike out with its hooves, not when it only had three good legs. She licked her lips and lay in wait for the alpha's command.

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