WC: 458
With Terra taking the lead and Fawkes assisting her from the air, Hotaru was able to contribute in the hunt. Gradually, the pace of the four animals increased as the moose started to panic more and more. Soon Hotaru had to trot through the forest in order to keep up. Her mind raced as it processed the limited sensory infromation. A heavy smell of bark lead to her swerving to the right in order to avoid a tree. The increased smell of moose and closer steps led to a yip or snap of her jaws. On one such occasion, the scent of moose had become overpowering, leaving Hotaru to believe she had almost bitten the thing.
The longer the chase went on, the thicker the woods became. Terra was leading it towards a trap. She was using its larger and bulkier body to her advantage. Such ingenious ideas were the reason why Hotaru really liked Terra. Branches grabbed at the grey wolf's fur as she rubbed up against them. However, the blind wolf was used to it and it was easy for her to ignore.
A sudden cry of pain rang out and the smell of moose blood filled the air. The moose's steps quickened rapidly into an all out gallop and Hotaru had a difficult time keeping up. More and more calls from Fawkes rang out as Hotaru pushed her way through the woods. Her nose and ears were trained on Terra and the moose as she waited for the opportune time to strike. The smell of moose increased again and Hotaru smashed her jaws together while Terra yipped. Instantly the bushes had become thick and impenetrable for the moose. It was trapped. The sound of snapping branches and increasing smell of blood made Hotaru's heart race as she ducked into the bushes.
Timing was crucial for what Hotaru wanted to do. She needed to get her timing down perfect, or else she could be severely injured. Time seemed to slow down as Hotaru's brain worked a mile a minute. The blind wolf listened carefully to the smashing sounds of branches breaking, and the pounding of hooves against the cold dirt. One, two, three, four. One, two, now! Hotaru lunged forward, her back legs propelled her grey frame up. Her teeth sank into flesh and she held on as tightly as she could. The moose cried out and it's body began to thrash even harder as it tried to shake her off. Hotaru let go when a sharp pain appeared on her front leg. She dropped to the ground and back away for a moment. The wound wasn't bad and would heal in a few days. The blind wolf moved up a little before she lunged again.
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