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"If I can't move the heavens above, I will move Hell" Sah was aware of Deimos' success but upon seeing one of the other moose fall, instincts he thought were dormant triggered. Seeing as Deimos had the first covered, Sah quickly sharply changed directions. Taking advantage of the moose's mishap, he got in front of it's charge as it began to recover and flee. Snarling, he struck quickly, downing it cleanly with his sword. The moose fell at his feet and Sah felt a feral grin stretch across his face. Hunting in this form seemed to be just as satisfying as back home it seemed. Grin turning into a more human one of satisfaction, he turned to Deimos. "I couldn't let the opportunity pass up. I guess some of my instincts came with me." Sah cleaned his blade in the snow and eyed the two moose. "What do we do with them now?" Sah was used to making a kill and either eating it immediately or dragging it to a cache or den. He wasn't sure what was normal for a human hunt. sah There stood the wolf in the winter wind Full of fearsome might There stood the wolf in the winter wind King of the winter night. -Tim Vallie