The Hills Are Alive With the Sound of Music

[goose]

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[mori]

Mori had no problem with taking the lead, for hunting was his thing. He just had a love for it, and he hated the fact that he only did it when he needed to eat. If he could, he would hunt things all day long, but that seemed a little cruel for all the other animals. Turning to face the field that their target was currently grazing in, he slowed down to a complete stop before crouching down, his tail limp on the ground behind him, and his belly wet with the dew that was on the grass beneath him.

Looking back, he watched Goose walk towards him, slowly, very slowly. Mori understood that he was older, and would without doubt, need help in hunting, so he sat and watched him, along with the pray. Looking back and forth between the two, he started to think of ways to get started.
The large male was all alone, and it seemed to be too occupied with eating to have noticed them, and thankfully, his loud voice hadn’t startled him at all. He decided that he would have to be much more quiet if he wanted this to be a successful hunt.

Once Goose got close enough, Mori tried to inform him of his plan, and how it would turn out if done right. “Hey, I have a plan! If we attack it from two different sides, maybe I might be able to knock it down, but we will need to move fast. Think you can do it?” He asked, enthusiasm, rolling off of him in large waves. Anything goose couldn’t do, he was sure that he could, and if he needed any help, he would be there, that’s just how friends work. Mori put on a toothy grin before he stated, “Lets began”.

[Wildlife [NPC]]

Gavin raised his snout. The large nostrils located at the top of his fuzzy snout flared taking in a large whiff of air. Old, cloudy eyes took in the land around him. His large stature was perfect for seeing great distances, but the old age hampered him greatly. The beard growing beneath his chin wavered in the movement as he peered off in the four cardinal directions. Swallowing his meal, the moose gave an indignant snort. Something was off, but nothing appeared out of the ordinary. Gavin lowered his head, took a massive chunk out of the grass and raised his head looking around once more. While chewing, the beast slowly began to make his way out of this area. The scents here were not right.

With a mighty frown, the moose stopped short ears perked forward before flickering to the side as rapid footsteps approached. Gavin first turned right and witnessed a rather slow coming wolf making its way toward him. Bellowing, Gavin kicked up his heels and began to charge to the left. His choice of direction would lead him directly into Mori’s way. The old moose couldn’t have made it easier for the pair of wolves.

[goose]

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[mori]

After those confirming words, Mori watched Goose walk off to put the plan in motion. He watched quietly as Goose tried to charge the Moose, and though the charge turned out to be more of a tumble roll, it worked out perfectly. The Moose turned and ran right toward Mori, and being as quiet as he could, he waited for it to get closer. He felt the adrenalin pumping through his body, and in a response, his tail twitched happily, his ears flattened to his head, and he found himself impatient and couldn’t wait to apply his skills to this part of the mission.

Once he was sure that it was in his reach, he ran out into the open and without a thought, jumped out and pounced, hoping to land a hard blow on its flank, hard enough to knock it down, or to at least stun it long enough to land another hit. A growl ripped out of his throat and he could feel drool running freely down his muzzle, and it felt completely normal. A small part of his mind had to help to keep him from letting go of his self control and letting out all kinds of sounds and completely losing himself in seconds.

He had to hurry, or he would lose his chance.