this summer's going to the dogs.

[Leonard]

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OOc: Leon's sorta just hanging on to the moose's left front leg, on the thigh.

Leon picked up his speed considerably as the leading wolf launched on to the moose’s rear, forcing it to falter, and knew that the next few moments could end this hunt quickly. He noticed the small coyote following him through the orchard, keeping pace. The small canidae seemed like he had not been eating well, which he noted in his mind. He hadn’t hunted with others in a long while and it felt good to be part of a hunt group. He only hoped no one was injured bringing down the kill.

As he closed in on the moose, the timber’s eyes caught sight of the female, who reached the moose just ahead of him. The woman ducked a swift kick, and then bit the cervidae on its nose. The man watched as the moose balked, slowing once more. He moved in to assist the other two. He was right beside the moose, when it kicked the woman, forcing her in to a slide. Leon saw his opening and lunged, catching the creatures outstretched leg in his mouth, clamping down and locking his jaw. He hoped the other hadn’t suffered a serious injury from the kick. He closed his eye as the heavier animal continued on, though with the added weight on her leg, she had slowed considerably. Now he only had to wait for the other two to get in and knock the creature over for the kill.

He felt a hoof dig into his side, and another kick his back, but didn’t release his grip. Compared to the agony he felt when the sword that cleaved his side and the pain he'd felt before, the panicked beating was noticeable at best. Still, he could feel his body being battered as the catch continued moving forward, stumbling over his attached body. He knew he'd be sore in the morning.