[Phil would've offered a pat on the back as a human but as a wolf, it looks like he's pawing the air for a bit. He's snapped back to the action when he hears Finnegan whine, raising his heckles and snarling at the target. Old bull wasn't going down without trying to take one of these hunters down.
The pups narrowly miss a kick and their plan is starting to fall apart, trying to keep themselves away from the bucking hind legs. The mothers start surrounding the ailing moose, in anticipation for what comes next. It was now that the largest wolf would've taken over but this time, Phone Wolf allows someone else to take the kill.
Phil looks to K, then to the moose and nods, telling him to go forth and be properly welcomed into the pack.]
[ The pups' hunting strategy beginning to rapidly fall apart is worrying; K isn't sure whether the wild animals of the Meadous can actually die outside of being hunted for food by residents or other animals, and he doesn't particularly want to find out right now. Even if that's just the cruel reality of life... he thinks these pups deserve the chance to live full, successful wolfy lives.
Even in lupine form, K's "who, me?" expression is unmistakable when Phil gives him the go-ahead to get involved, and he gives an uncertain wag of his tail. But he doesn't need convincing, already wanting to help out the pups before anything worse can happen.
And so he finally darts into the fray, shoulder to shoulder with the mother wolves, and simply lets his instincts guide him. Ducking low, deftly avoiding the flailing hooves, he weaves in close enough to lunge for the old bull's throat, latching on with unnatural strength. It isn't a tearing bite, but a suffocating one — and he attempts to use all his considerable weight to stay on his feet and keep the moose contained. ]
[Phil's impressed with the way K adapted to the instincts and smiled a wolfy grin. He only intervened to coordinating the pups to help K finish off the bull moose. They might have some bruises and maybe sprained a few muscles but they could survive.
As the pups start to take well-deserved bites from the dead animal, Phil takes on a more humanoid form to tend to the hurt animals. This is what he usually does in these hunts: watch for the animals who didn't have the best time.]
Make sure you take your part of the hunt! They'll feel insulted if you don't. Trust me on that one.
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The pups narrowly miss a kick and their plan is starting to fall apart, trying to keep themselves away from the bucking hind legs. The mothers start surrounding the ailing moose, in anticipation for what comes next. It was now that the largest wolf would've taken over but this time, Phone Wolf allows someone else to take the kill.
Phil looks to K, then to the moose and nods, telling him to go forth and be properly welcomed into the pack.]
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Even in lupine form, K's "who, me?" expression is unmistakable when Phil gives him the go-ahead to get involved, and he gives an uncertain wag of his tail. But he doesn't need convincing, already wanting to help out the pups before anything worse can happen.
And so he finally darts into the fray, shoulder to shoulder with the mother wolves, and simply lets his instincts guide him. Ducking low, deftly avoiding the flailing hooves, he weaves in close enough to lunge for the old bull's throat, latching on with unnatural strength. It isn't a tearing bite, but a suffocating one — and he attempts to use all his considerable weight to stay on his feet and keep the moose contained. ]
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As the pups start to take well-deserved bites from the dead animal, Phil takes on a more humanoid form to tend to the hurt animals. This is what he usually does in these hunts: watch for the animals who didn't have the best time.]
Make sure you take your part of the hunt! They'll feel insulted if you don't. Trust me on that one.