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Leon held fast to the moose's leg up till he felt her begin to stumble down. He released his vice and managed to tumble aside as the groups prey fell to the ground, nursing his back right leg as he rose. The first secui had ended the chase with a swift bite at the wind pipe of the moose, dropping it in minutes. The Timber sighed lightly, realizing he had managed to sprain his right ankle while the moose was stomping on his legs. He slowly walked over to the kill, managing to apply weight to his paw, and sat a little away from the kill. He still didn't feel all that hungry, even after the short chase. But as the secui began to eat from the moose's limp form, he decided to at least eat a little from their quarry before going to fetch his sketch pad.
While he understood clearly the traditions of wolf hunting parties, he could not for the life of him figure out why the woman had chosen to sit herself away from the moose. She was as much a member of their hunting group as anyone else, and was therefore just as welcome to the food as any of the others. He allowed his gaze to find her sitting form and held her gaze for a moment before blinking and returning to his short meal. 'If she's hungry, she'll bring herself over.' He thought.
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