Really short, but hey. W/e. Ghita wounds: moose front kick to shoulder, limping prominently.
She was quick to ignore the presence of anyone else as they moved quickly to flank the hoofed creature. It was not a situation Ghita was unfamiliar with — though larger than the deer she hunted on her own, the moose was just a larger version of the same thing. While the dark Barrett launched himself at the haunches of the moose, Ghita found herself hunkered down above the ground, hurrying her body around toward the front. The animal didn't seem to appreciate it — a hoof was kicked out and ducked by the mother as she chomped down firmly upon the spongy nose of the cervidae critter. It balked for a moment, lashing out again and clipping Ghita on the cheek before knocking her back with a swift pound to her shoulder. She slid with a yelp, golden eyes closing as her body tried to hurry itself out of the line of fire. With a prominent limp, she hurtled toward the rear, lunging at the opposing flank of the animal as Barrett pushed forward once more in an attempt to hang on.
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