Spring had brought back the world to a state in which the bull knew well. The forest was lush and green. The skies were blue and bright, while the puffs of gentle clouds floated above the ground. Everything was clear here. Everything was at peace. With each hoof which had embarked on this journey, the bull moose could feel his weight shifting from side to side. He was searching for something, though he was not too sure exactly what it was. He had started to sharpen his antlers against the trunks of trees, in an attempt to attack his foes if needed. The male looked with hazy eyes over the lands and soon found himself within wolf territory. But he did not care. No wolf would be able to single-pawedly take him down, and he knew this fact. They would need to gather all their forces and all their members to bring him down. Essentially, in his mind, he was safe from harm. The strange herbivore moved at a snail’s pace. Each step was slow and took its time. There was no rush to go anywhere, in fact, there was no rush to be anywhere special. Large ears listened for the noises of predators, for they were known to be quite shady. Walking along his trail, he could hear the sound of rushing water. It must have been a stream or a river, some place the male would actually like. Where there was fresh water, always came fresh grass and flowers. Sometimes he even found himself feasting on the fresh berries. They were especially tasty in the mornings when the fresh dew rested on their little forms. His tail raised as he began to poop, allowing it to fall behind him with each step. But he did not stop to take care of his business. No, he kept on walking. He kept on his way and held his head high. His antlers grew heavy, but he had been used to it by now. All these years as an adult, with such accomplishments to show off to the world. Nothing scared him anymore. Even bears knew not to mess with him, and the pumas? Forget it. They ran away with their tails between their legs. Upon discovering the source of the water, the bull moose wandered to the shore. He looked left, and then right. There was nothing in sight. His giant head lowered slowly towards the water and he sipped until he had collected his fill. A slimy thick tongue swiped across his puffy lips and his eyes looked across the water. This land was far too beautiful for mere wolves. It should be accepted and appreciated by all the animals of the forest. With a belly full of water, he allowed more of himself to be relieved. He peed along a path as he found himself headed straight for the small path of long grass. His eyes grew wide as long lips clung to the blades and ripped them from the earth. Pulling them into his mouth, he chewed them up between his teeth, forcing the creation of saliva to arrive in his mouth. All was at peace, all was quiet.

Rough paws trailed over the lands of Agavo's slightly limping along the way, the large brute still had yet to meet the Alpha that his new friend Breeze spoke of when they met. The large males amber orbs shined as the evening sun bounced off them making him blink a few times to relieve the ache of his eyes burning, Newt's ears flickered halting in his spot listening to the howl that had elicited from surely one of his pack mates. Tri-colored fur blurred along as he sped up his movement slowing down as he noticed the wolf standing before him listening to a moose graze, crouching he slinked forward to only come to a stop beside the other canine. He had nothing to say to the other brute at this very moment but sure would have something to say soon, Newt glanced towards the wolf. A feast of the flesh of a moose would certainly be delightful seeing that he hadn't eaten anything but a mere little rabbit hours before, the brute focused on their main objective though they had to come together and work as a team rather than acting like hooligans and just going in for the kill. Strategies needed to be planned and that's exactly what he was doing in his mind thinking ahead to what the large beast's attacks would be when the pack attacked, it was sure to have some sort of defense if not then it would be weak and useless. If the moose was then it would be an easy kill but by the looks of it the large mammal looked strong and deadly, surely to large for the two of them to take on alone. Where were the others? They certainly would be here in due time the brute thought adverting his gaze from the other wolf and back in front of him trying to still his breathing so he could hear the large mammal. It was feasting much like what the pack would doing soon but not on grass but on the large animal carcass and it would be delicious. Newt's ears lied against the back of his head, his body positioned in a crouch, tail ducked between his legs the brute was ready and alert as he listened to the beast from beside his pack mate.

Spring. Spring had sprung and the little red healer was in heaven. She had been so short on supplies having been granted acceptance into Agavos in the mids't of winter. But now, now the earth was giving her everything and anything she needed. There were still not a great deal of wolves who called Agavos home, so the need for her skills was not yet in high demand as there was very few injuries and illnesses that had arisen since her arrival. Of this she was glad, she never wished illness or injury upon another, and it gave her time to stockpile everything she might need. She had left the sanctuary of camp early in the morning, before the sun itself had woken from its slumber. Dainty white coated paws trotted gracefully over the luscious green terrain. She had an agenda set for herself for the day, and she intended to keep to it. Her first stop was to be the gully, and then the training pasture. She would then take her herbs back to the healers den, organize them, and seek out one of their newer members. A new healer, though she had not met him yet which she kicked herself for. She wanted to be close with those who shared the same rank as herself. They would after all be working together very closely, so why not make friends while she was at it? Song birds chirped beautiful melodies from their perches high atop the trees. Their lovely songs filled the air and soothed the little red wolf's mind. She had always taken a liking to the sounds of nature. Each and every animal had their part to play, and the birds were the symphony to the day, the crickets taking over as the orchestra of the night. She would often find herself sitting alone in the crisp night air, listening to the crickets play, and watching the glimmer of the stars and the moon provide light to the otherwise darkest of times.

She had gotten ever so slightly sidetracked on her journey by a most beautiful little creek and all the pleasant sights that accompanied it. Her attention was ripped from the peacefully babbling brooke by the howl of a wolf calling the pack together. It was certainly not the call of their alpha, as the howl lacked the dominance of an alpha. Without hesitation, her nimble legs kicked into action and she darted through the forest towards the gully which she was quite close to. Though she had not been blessed with great strength, she had been graced by fleetfootedness. She was quick, stealthy, and graceful. It did not take her long to reach her destination, and have the scent of prey hit her. If they could work together, they would feast by days end. Her beautiful emerald eyes shifted quickly in search of her pack mates. Quickly locating them, she crept through the brush towards them. One she knew, it was the Caretaker; Newt, that had come in search of assistance with some wounds and ailments. The other was foreign to her though she had an idea of just who he was. His scent was familiar, it was the other scent that had recently graced the Healers den. This must be him. She would have loved to introduce herself, but this very moment was not the time for such. Their focus and concentration was of the utmost importance. The tiny red wolf slunk into line with the others, giving them both a quick nod. "I came as quickly as I could. I'm afraid I cannot lend much in the way of strength, but what I lack in strength I can attest for in speed." she whispered to them and awaiting more of their pack to join them.

The grey warrior moved across the land, paws gliding over the earth. She walked confidently, but with a humble appreciation of all life around her. Spring had truly arrived and the lush green grass felt good beneath her pads. Breeze was getting to know the territory a bit better. It seem this was not an easy place to live, but it wasn't a totally unforgiving land either. She liked Agavos. A small smile of contentment graced her features as she ambled aimlessly. The fae thought of her new friend, Newt. He had been so kind. She hoped all her packmates were at least somewhat nice. Of course, she also knew she hadn't joined a pack of cuddly softies. The noble Alpha Desmond had made sure that was clear. The warrior paused as a faint howl pierced the air. No doubt it was a request for a meeting. Was there danger? Breeze snapped to attention, ears swiveling and all senses alert. Nothing in her immediate vicinity caught her eye.

The dusky grey female turned towards where the sound had come from. She knew it was important to be prompt. With that in mind, Breeze trotted forward, increasing speed until she was dashing towards the source. She slowed as the forest became thicker with large trees. The sudden quiet of the area stopped her in her tracks. Something was amiss here. This was where the howl must have originated. In the distance, a soft rustling and slow sound of flowing water could be heard. Something is by the water...predator? Prey? This must be why I have been summoned. Breeze decided. Oaks towered above her, offering shadows in which to lurk. The she-wolf crept among the shaded trunks, careful to keep her body low to the ground. Soon she saw the familiar mottled pelt of the Autay, a smaller cream colored brute, and a red furred fae, who must have been Healer Sofiel that Newt had mentioned previously. There was no sign of the Alpha or the Elite, but Breeze was sure they would show up. The brutes didn't speak a single word and neither did Breeze as she slid quietly forward until she lay beside Newt. The grey warrior knew better than to sit in the sun. Her dusky pelt was more suited for camouflage in the shadows. She gave each wolf a slight nod, then glanced towards the slowly winding river beyond the tree line. Her golden gaze locked on the target. It was a large bull moose, ambling across the grass. She watched as he calmly grazed, then turned to look at around.

Wolves were beginning to appear. We need a plan and some leaders before we can take on this massive bull. Look at that rack of antlers! We need silent signals and a safe approach. Breeze thought. Her mind raced, taking in her surroundings and noting possible advantages and hazards. The creamy colored wolf had clouded eyes and wasn't even looking at the moose. He must be blind. The warrior realized. She turned to her friend urgently and hesitantly leaned over so that her muzzle brushed his ear. "Hey. Do you know who our packmate is? I think he might be blind. I need you to tell him that there is a river on the other side of the moose." Breeze whispered. She barely even used her voice, for she knew their target had good hearing. "If we are going to attack the beast we need to stay away from that water...because Moose have the advantage there. They swim very well and can move easily in rivers. That is a huge hazard for us. We must keep him away from it. Also, let them know who I am." She explained.

The warrior went back to observing the scene, planning how to approach the situation. They would need fast wolves to keep up with the beast and a strong group of good fighters to face it. They would need all the help they could get. The bull's antlers and hooves would be it's main weapons, so they would have to charge the sides. "Atop it's flanks and it's butt are where it is weakest. Beat him up there until he is bloodied. Tire him out. That is how my pack approached moose in the past. We need distractions too. Keep it's attention on wolves in front of it. I'm worried that it will go into the water if we charge the bull from the sides first." Breeze murmured into the Autay's ear. She fell silent again, not feeling the need to say anything more. The dusky she-wolf would wait to see who else showed up. Everyone had to agree to the plan, or it would never work. She knew that they needed more muscle for this. They needed strong warriors to take the beast down. Time is of the essence and team work is essential. Breeze thought.

Finnick sprinted foreword as he heard a call from his pack mates. He skidded to a halt as he saw other wolves just in front of him. They all were coated with the scent of Agavos. He moved foreword quickly but quietly as he noticed why they had called for the others. A massive moose bull stood alone, unafraid of the surprise that will soon fall upon him. He moved closer to the small group of wolves, not recognizing any of them. A small red female, a rather large and fluffy looking brute, a male with a small limp, and a female of a laughter shade of black from his eyesight. He trotted up to the group quietly, listening to the last few words of the darker female. "Aye, for the lass is correct on which she speaks. For the beast has more strength than all of us combined, that we know. But for he can't foo a whole lot when there's many of us on all sides of him. We all have the risk of being hurt, but I'm sure we have the wolves to care for those who are injured if they're not injured themselves." The male spoke aloud to the small group. He wasn't sure if their ideas would entirely work, but it sure was worth a shot. "Now, as she stated, the river is our biggest problem. If the worst occurs and the bull treads into the water, hopefully some of the residing snapping turtles will drive him out." He spoke aloud his mind, suggesting anything that may help the group succeed in bringing down the monster moose. "Aye, and my name is Hunter Finnick. As I have not met any of you before now."

As the band of packmmates gathered Desoto took it in notice that the two leaders of this new pack were not here. How interesting... Being the silent wolf he was he hadn't said a word yet, but plenty of the others were. Their mouths opened and closed as they try to come up with some sort of plan, each offering their own physical capabilities and knowledge to the scenario. Personally, he had never hunted moose before. The largest thing was a bull elk, and that was during training. He had however stood down with a bear, along with males from his past home, of course. Only an idiot would do that alone. However hunting an animal the size of the beast here with those antlers was new to him. He my not have spoken to any of these wolves before, but, he was willing to work with them. Hell, if he didn't he might be frowned upon and degraded from his average standing. How embarrassing would that be? So he sat and listened while the others conversed.

After thinking things through, Desoto stood and walked closer to the group. If it was a plan they needed to form, the. He would help. It couldn't be that hard when you had this many people. Clearing his throat he said quietly, in the same tone the others were using, "I think that we should have some of us go in front of it, into the water I mean. We could block it off that way and then circle it along the shore. The flame colored fae, sorry we have never met," he gave her a small smile in apology before speaking again,"Said that she could offer speed. If there are others that are wiling, those along with her could quickly dash in front of the moose, surprising it before we have the others draw closer" he nodded his head signaling he was finished. What they would go forth from there could be decided now, he just wanted to offer his basic opinion. He didn't know where everyone stood in the rankings, but, he knew he had at least one hunter and another warrior. Who they were he didn't know, well aside from Hunter Finnick. He had addressed himself previously, before the midnight black brute had spoken. Glancing back towards the moose, he pondered over what was to come now. How would the members of Agavos tackle this task?

Pharika had followed a few of her pack mates to the gathering, quickly seeing what it was she was there for. Hearing them spot ideas she nodded to Warrior Desoto. She would be willing to cut it off. "I will do it. I'm rather quick on my feet and with her help I'm sure we could keep it from reaching the water." she spoke in hushed tones, her tail swaying gently at its tip, though she was careful not to rustle to much grass. She knew her position in the front would be dangerous. She didn't care, she would take this opportunity to its fullest. She would prove to her pack mates that she was more than an omega. She noted several members in the circle that she didn't know, one of which appeared to have not the gift of sight, that was going to be tricky wasn't It? A blind wolf hunting a moose? She was sure he could handle himself, he made it this far on his own. She didn't want to see someone die today. Hell she didn't want to die today, but with hunting a moose she knew it was possible. She knew it was likely. However she wasn't about to tuck tail and run, that wouldn't get her anywhere besides dead or exiled.

Walking along the boundaries of his home, Desmond heard the call from a wolf within his lands. Initially, his attention swayed from the sound. His eyes had caught a glimpse of a rather large rabbit. The little fluffy tail kicked up behind its legs as it hopped to an area with a bush of roses. The little thing was eating the petals of some roses, unaware it was being watched. The silent predator moved towards the succulent little creature with a grin. His tail hung between his legs, relaxed and calm as he relaxed his whole body. The large male moved in on his target, ears alert as his paws crept up so quietly. The Alpha had loved this part of it all. Before the little prey knew what was going to happen. It was the calm before the storm. He could feel his stomach rumble within his body. It was devouring his sides figuratively. He thought for a moment if it was even physically possible to actually allow his stomach to eat itself. That would be something to ask the Healers for sure, but enough of that right now. The distant-minded Alpha became refocused on the prize before him. Some had called them cottontails or something like that, but Desmond knew nothing of what this meant. His tail looked like a fluffy cloud latched to his ass. His long ears should have given away Desmond’s position a long time ago, but those rose petals were apparently so delicious that it could not be bothered with anything else. Poor little rabbit. This would be the downfall of the prey. Stalking closer now, Desmond took a deep breath, holding it in as he swept in closer. His emerald eyes stared to the rodent before him. Now was the moment, now he would strike. Jaw agape and eyes wide, the predator knew the spot of which his teeth would sink in. Contact was made successfully. His tongue could feel the bristles of the tiny fur, lacing them each with a drippy saliva. His teeth sunk into the flesh, feeling the warm sensation of blood. Small legs kicked and tried to scurry to no avail. The tiny creature stood no chance against the aged and skilled hunter. Desmond had a thing for playing with his food every now and then.

Being in the playful mood, he allowed the little brown creature to run. Desmond chuckled as his slow stride easily kept pace close behind the injured mammal. He kept the laugh to himself, how twisted and excited it was. But the rabbit wished to flee from this event, making haste towards the direction Desmond had never wanted to go. Right as the rabbit was to break into the new area, Desmond captured it once more. This time he would put it out of its misery, ending the kicking with a jerk of his own neck. His head thrashed from side to side, allowing the spine to break. The limp meal hung in his jaws, covered in slobber. Desmond lifted his gaze to see his pack before him, plotting to take down a bull moose on their own. Deciding to take a seat to the back of the crowd, he was unseen. Perhaps would soon find him watching, but he planned to not lay a single paw in this affair. It would be up to the pack to figure out how they would be working with one another. He recalled to his talk with Fel, trying to think of the names to match these faces and forms he saw before him. The large male lowered his whole form to the ground, prey between his front paws. He began tearing into the rabbit as he listened. It seemed the Breezey one was familiar with the tactics and knowledge of moose. That was a good thing to see. He also saw the Hunter, the one who originally claimed he was to mate with females. Desmond chuckled as he looked to the male. He still could not believe that such a thing was said at the borders of his pack. The other male wolf present he knew as Desoto. He knew this wolf had fled from Erenyx to be there with them on the first day the pack was formed. He ate in silence, watching and waiting to see how this bull would react to their little gathering. But what the other wolves did not know was he brought a kill with him. Fresh blood was sure to arouse the suspicion of the bull, making this an even more interesting experience. If any of them were able to lead the group, and prove they were valuable to him, they may just find themselves in the roles of Delta, Leads for their rank, or possibly even Guardian.

Fel, having heard the howl, purposely held back. She would take her time rising from her watchful, seated position in the shadows of the clearing, allowing the others to run ahead of her without noticing their Elite. The call to hunt would involve her if necessary, but she wanted to allow the rest of the pack to form their lesser leaders for themselves. The raven fae chuckled to herself whilst trotting along the path already trampled down by others. Who would be injured today by a piece of prey? Would anyone die? Or would someone rise above the rest of the flock of sheep and name himself a shepherd? Fel would soon find out.

Arriving later than the rest, she waded in the shadows of the forest a bit longer, scoping the terrain around them and taking in all of their scents. Nine would be battling the moose, and one leader would be assessing. Make that two. Fel marched silently over to Desmond, unseen and unheard while she listened to the others speak. The Elite offered a dip of her head to her rightful alpha and sat down at his right flank, focusing on the pack. Breeze, the black female she had heard of from Desmond, was one of the first to take initiative. Among the others to do so were Erabus, Desoto, and Orion. But in her opinion, they were all taking their sweet little time and it would cost them. In a barely audible breath, she whispered to her alpha, “If they sit around much longer, they’re going to miss their opportunity…” Interesting was the word to describe their exchange of tactics. Some Fel would agree with and others she would like to tear down. But it was their hunt, not hers. Only if someone was severely injured and the others were unable to help, or if they were all otherwise doomed would she interfere. She chuckled almost inaudibly, “Let us see how they manage without us, eh?”

Still torn about the incident with the Alpha, Emily trotted along halfheartedly toward the sound of the howl. She wasn't in a rush, as she was sure that others who were more eager to obey the Alpha's command would so up far before she did. Hissing with resentment of even showing up, she realized that this was the place where she had met Noble before deciding to request for them to be mated. She glanced around with her forest green eyes, laying her glare on ten other wolves, including the Alpha himself. Letting out a growl, she passed him without a second glance and joined the circle of wolves.

Then she saw the bull. A massive moose not far away was grazing, and she immediately flashed a glare at Desmond. What is this? A test? She would be lucky if she was even allowed to compete in the hunt, let alone do something that would impress their leader. She would have to go in for the killing shot if she were to simply get his attention, and everybody here would want that shot, clearly. She noticed Noble sitting not far away, doing absolutely nothing. It was obvious that he wasn't going to help. Rolling her eyes, she decided to join the banter. "The question is, who is going to take each job? We can sit here and devise a plan with labels such as 'the strong ones' or 'the quick ones', but until we start handing those labels out to wolves, we're never going to go anywhere with this. The bull will probably escape if we don't figure this out now. For those that don't know, I'm Emily."

She looked around, awaiting a reply. She pawed the dirt, gritting her teeth anxiously. If the hunt was going to be successful, they needed to start it now. In the end, the plan would mean nothing. She had to admit, this 'Warrior Erabus' had the plan that sounded the best to her, and she believed they should go with it, but there was always the chance that it wouldn't work out the way as planned, so they had to have backup ideas as well. Best to take them all into consideration and tie them together. Putting this into words so they could hear her opinion, she said, "Erabus' plan is the most thought out, I say, and I think we should use it to take it down. But, hear me out, all of the ideas are amazing. We have to be a pack here and take every thought into consideration, but we have to be quick, and do it immediately so we can take down this bull. Remember: 'The wind howls, the snow blows; the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.'" Finishing her speech, she felt like she was rallying them for something they were already prepared for, but for extra motivation? No, that wasn't it. Screw it, she thought. I'm making excuses for doing something that makes me look like a fool, but it's too late. I can't take it back now, nor can I try and cover it up. All I can do is hope they take it the way intended.

It was not long before the bull was no longer alone. The large male chewed his grass slowly, all the while listening to any of the conversations they may have. He was not too far away from them, still in audible reach from them. He kept to himself, acted as though he was totally unaware of their positions. There were many wolves around, and he knew for a fact he had entered pack grounds for sure. No wolves just hung around in groups as rogues or vagabonds. These wolves seemed like they knew what they were doing. Some made good points that the bull was very well versed in the water. Smirking to himself, he knew he was a very talented swimmer, when required. The large male closed his eyes and lifted his mighty head. His antlers ached for the feeling of blood and carnage splayed across them. He could wait no longer. He turned his body around and without warning or anything of the sort, he charged the gathering. He would go for any of them, his his head low to the ground, allowing any wolf to become a kabob on his antlers. He was not playing around now. If he was going to die, at least one of them was going to come with him. This would throw their plans out of their heads, and he new this. He was a cunning moose, far more intelligent than your average bear. Hooves clobbered the ground as he raced towards the wolves. The faster ones may be able to avoid him, but the slower ones might have gotten injured. All he had wanted was to come out alive.

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The large male glanced around him as more of his pack mates began to pop up, the dusty grey warrior and the small red healer who he had came to call his friends showed up not so long after him. The brute flexed his claws as he felt his adrenaline rushing Newt listened as his friend breeze began to speak to him her snout right by his ear he glanced towards the female "I'm afraid I don't know who he is miss Breeze,  he does appear blind." he whispered giving a small nod towards Breeze "I will do so now ma'm" he whispered listening to thew warrior as she continued on with her sentence. If the large beast managed to get into the river the whole hunt would possibly be ruined the tri-colored male turned to the blind brute that stood on his other side who he hadn't caught the name of just yet, "Greeting's Sir, I am Caretaker Newt pardon me for not knowing your name but the fae that stands beside me is Warrior Breeze. There is a river on the other side of the large beast, if we run it into the water then the moose will have an advantage there and quiet possibly get away before we are even able to attack."   he said keeping his voice low so that the creature that stood only a few feet away would not hear him and run. The dusty grey female spoke again along with the red healer speed and strength were two things that they needed but they also needed trust and teamwork, without the rest of this everything would go wrong. Newt's ear flickered as more wolves started to approach voicing there opinions and statements he opened his muzzle to speak "Speed and Strength are exactly what we need, but we cannot forget that teamwork and trust are also two main priorities. Pardon for not introducing myself I am known as Caretaker Newt." the male paused for a moment to listen to the grunts of the large beast ahead before continuing on "Emily is right, sitting here and labeling ones as quick and strong is getting us no where. These plans are genius in my opinion especially yours Sir Erabus, the large creature is going to mainly use his antlers and hooves for defense so we all have to watch out for that also-" the brute was interrupted mid sentence as the large moose charged towards the group.Newt moved as quickly as he could trying to avoid the prey's attack by quickly moving towards his friend Breeze baring his teeth towards the large animal ducking his tail and laying his ears flat on his head. There plans were foiled every single one of them were gone they would have to come up with a new one and quickly.

Too many plans, too many voices. This was never going to work. They needed to move. They needed to act, now. She herself had never been, nor claimed to have been an all mighty hunter, but she knew well enough that there was a small window of opportunity here, and every breath they took, or rather wasted bickering whose plan to use was allowing that window to grow smaller and smaller. The small red wolf looked anxiously from the group of wolves before her and then to the bull who stood, seemingly minding his own business. How long would this last? How long would he give them before the tables turned and he noticed them, and they became the hunted instead of the hunters? More wolves joined, each giving their own two cents about what they ought to do. They needed their Alpha, or someone, just one wolf to take control of the situation. Without that, they were just sitting ducks, watching their potential lunch walk away, or worse, turn on them. She had had quite enough of this waiting game and was about to speak up but her focus was then directed to the charging bull. Clearly he had had enough of this as well and decided to make the first move. Their element of surprise was gone, heck, maybe they never had it in the first place, but now they were in trouble and needed to act quickly. Without a second thought, Sofiel broke free from the group, her ears laid flat against her skull and her blazing emerald eyes locked on the bull. She had no intentions of attempting to attack the thing just yet, but if she could just create a distraction long enough, enough of a glance her way to give the rest of the wolves a chance to move, then that would be enough. Lean legs propelled her forward with blinding speed as she carefully eyed the deadly antlers that hung low to the ground as he charged. If she made but one wrong move, she would become victim to the deadly weapon. The gap was closing now, and she knew she had but one shot at this. She began barking loudly, yipping and making as much noise as she could and then darted out to the side at the last second, praying he would come after her and that she was quick enough to evade his deadly antlers.

Newt looked at her and spoke quietly, explaining he didn't know the creamy male. She wasn't surprised. The fae waited for him to voice his opinion and smiled and nodded agreeably. Teamwork would be essential to success. The grey warrior cringed inwardly as the group grew in numbers and began chatting a bit louder. It was both exciting and nerve-wracking. So many packmates to meet. First of them was Hunter Finnick who agreed with her. The dusky female gave him a small nod and smile of welcome. More wolves arrived, and Breeze became wary of their target, who was sure to have good hearing and sense of smell. Nonetheless, the warrior greeted everyone with a nod as they appeared. She listened patiently until the others had spoken. As they spoke, Breeze took the time to categorize them based on speed and strength and cooperation. Finnick seemed strong, but also capable of more speed than the average warrior. There was a coal colored brute who seemed very strong indeed. The next two to arrive seemed more quick on their paws. All in all, it was a well rounded group of individuals. There was a black male with blue luminaries who seemed annoyed and indifferent to the situation at hand. If you don't get yourself together, then don't bother us. I swear if somebody dies because you got in the way or didn't help out...you will regret it every moment of your life! She thought angrily. The grey pelted she-wolf did not show any such emotions or thoughts except through a cool, calculating look thrown in his direction.

Her attention quickly turned to Healer Orion as he announced his opinion with a clouded, far away look. Concern for the blind brute bubbled up inside her and she glanced at Newt, wondering how he was taking all this. There was no way this moose would be so oblivious to them for long. No, moose were not as stupid as they looked. To her alarm, the healer began moving towards the moose. "Wait! How are we going to communicate?" She asked urgently. The fae spoke as quietly as she could while still being heard by those gathered nearby. "Oh, and I'm Warrior Breeze." The fae glanced around and fell silent as she locked eyes with the newest wolf to join them. The brown furred female seemed annoyed. Breeze narrowed her eyes at the fae at her attitude with which she sauntered into the scene. You're gonna be a problem, aren't you? Stop being so snotty and just do your part! Her speech had a point though. Breeze glanced around as Newt voiced his agreement.

The grey female nodded and swept her golden gaze over the others, pausing momentarily on the black male with blue eyes. "Indeed. Communicate. Fast wolves attack swiftly all around, strong wolves can attack from the sides at the beast's flank and rear. The rest keep a sharp ey-" She replied. The warrior stopped as movement caught her eye. The bull charged at a great speed. "ORION! THE BULL!!!!" Breeze screeched with horror as she watched the brute attack. She leapt far to the right to dodge the moose. Her were ears were quickly pinned and tail hugged her left side. The she-wolf stayed as low as possible, her stance wide and sturdy. "Can you handle this battle? I don't want a healer getting hurt. We need you in case someone else needs your help." Breeze called to Orion, but he had already latched onto the beast. A blur of red streaked towards the bull with angry yips and yowls. Sofiel was trying to distract it! Breeze grimaced as she realized how bad it was to risk both their healers. The warrior glanced around, trying to take note of where everyone stood. She looked for her fellow warriors, hoping the wolves still knew that the plan should not be discarded. Breeze prayed that her packmates would be swift enough to avoid the beast and it's deadly antlers. No use trying to surprise the thing now... She considered dashing in to bite it's legs and sides, but the dusky female wasn't very swift. She desperately hoped the wolves would all be able to work together. This was why Newt was all about teamwork. Breeze cursed herself for not having addressed the issue of communication first. They needed silent signals or something, but it was too late now. The grey female kept close to the moose's right flank, yet she stayed out of range if the bull's hooves. For now, she would have to wait to she who attacked and who didn't.

As another warrior, he assumed, lengthened his plan the night coated male nodded. His plan was mainly just to be a start, he hadn't though through much of it yet and the rest was meant for the rest of the group to agree on. But the clock was ticking, and Desoto was glad that one of the wolves had a sharp mind to help perfect what he had thought of. "Thank you for adding onto my original thought Erabus, and I agree with yours. It is well played out, now the result is just getting there quick enough..."As he nodded to the brute in approval and agreement, the moose had spotted them. While keeping an eye on the prey the warrior noticed that it now looked a bit more threatening. As it turned towards them though, he narrowed his eyes at it, his ears turned back a tad so he could still focus on what was being said.  It seemed that their time was running out, and the combination of plans would not be affective if the beast decided to make a move.

As if on queue, the large animal charged. Its head was bent low so its antlers would strike any of those in its path, and the powerful hooves thundering towards them in a sprint. Letting outa loud warning growl Desoto leapt to the side and out of the way of the beast, yelling as he hit the ground, "Get out of the way and surround it! Block the path to the water, we have more of an attack on land!" He kept himself low to the ground, his front facing the moose as his narrowed eyes kept a close watch on it. A few wolves had attacked it already, launching onto its shoulder and flank in attempt to slow it down. How their attack would end up was unknown, but he hoped that they weren't too injured in this battle with the prey. They would need all the muscle that they could get. The earth colored warrior had also began to bark orders, he seemed in complete control in this situation. While some resulted in panic, he kept in check, calculating his moves before he played them. After giving others orders, he made his way over to Desoto and Noble, telling them what was to be done. The darker pelted male just let out a growl in response. It wasn't disrespectful or rude, despite his personality, but rather a focused and confirming one. "Forget the plan, I guess. Now we just have to keep it where it is and attack.," he said lowly. "I just hope the others are capable of doing their jobs throughout this whole shebang."

Lashing his tail, Desoto crept forward, staying low and keeping his head beneath his shoulders. His tail lay flat behind him, but away from the stomping hooves of the moose. Even if it was just his tail that was injured, the searing pain would be enough to affect his moves. Pulling his lips back the silent brute let out a snarl at the beast, "Just wait till we get our jaws on you... then you won't be acting so tough!"  He circled to the rear of the beast, but not behind it. He stood a few meters away right before the hip. If he could get his sharp fangs where the leg and hip met the flank, it would slightly immobilize the movement of the animal, making it easier to take down. And that is where he set his eyes, as he lowered his chest a bit closer to the ground and curled his tail above his back as his ears flattened. Now to wait for the right timing.

So many things were happening. Other wolves showing up one by one, including the Alpha who sat silently. Many of the wolves who sat beside him, he had never met before now. Then he realized, they were a pack. A team. They had each other's backs through thick and thin. This is where he belonged. "Let's get this done. We will feast as kings and queens tonight." He howled and stood up, ready to take on the monsterous beast. Everything was calm until the massive bull got tired of waiting around and charged at the pack wolves. He watched as the wolves scattered as the beast getting closer Finnick heard his name called by the one named Erabus, to assist the blind Healer in attacking the bull. Finnick raced to the Healer's aid, launching himself at the shoulder and neck area of the moose, usure if he could get a grip on the herbivore's flesh. He trampled alongside the moss to keep close to Orion in order to assist him in taking the life of the gigantic beast. He watched to where the others were placed in attempt to bring down the bull. He noticed that Desmond, the Elite female, and a younger male whom he did not know sat together, watching them in their hunt. Why they were not assisting, he did not know but he would not show himself as weak. With a growl in his throat, Finnick shoved his body towards the legs of the monster in attempt to trip him.