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Ravenna had been watching the bull for nearly a month now, surely some others of her pack and perhaps the Heights wolves had as well, had noticed the lone moose wondering the edges of their territories. She had first seen him within the Drooping Willows, reaches out for the leaves under one of the various weeping trees. Then again she had seen him near a creek towards the meadow and now this was the second time around she found him in the Rise. Never before had Ravenna tasted moose, had never hunted it and had waited for the right opportunity to strike. Such large prey was surely a risk but if her pack and her brother's worked together it was a prize which would benefit them all throughout this winter.
She had been trailing him for hours now as he moved east, into the heart of the Rise and towards the Heights. By now it was early morning, the still and silent lands finally waking for a new winter day. The bull was just as large as ever. Nearly six feet tall, one thousand pounds easy. Bigger then she had ever hunred before. There was something new to him, however, as he strode. A limp and quite a sufficient one. There was no blood, no open wounds. She could only assume he had slipped on ice or twisted it somehow else from the snow storms. It was the opportunity she had been waiting for. Allowing the distance to fall between them, she trailed around in an arch, keeping it's scent not far until she reached a good standing. Ravenna rose her head, calling out for Willow and Aurora wolves alike.