So, you’ve decided to hunt the moose, well it’s your funeral. And who knows, maybe your cunning and persistence will win and you’ll defeat the moose, or maybe not. You hide in the bushes, downwind of the moose, your pack is edgy with hunger, and their excitement radiates through the air. They know that you know that this has to be timed out perfectly. One mistake could cost many their lives, and all their dinner.

Like all wolf packs you have an omega, the loser of the pack. And he is socially inept, and most times unable to follow direction. But he is part of the pack and has to eat to, and it’s a good thing he eats last. However, you fear that he will mess up now more than ever, because he’s hungry and your plan is very delicate. With this thought you make a very dangerous decision. You decide to attack the moose head on, with brute force! And as you charge with your pack en route, you think that the omega was going to ruin it anyway. But as you fight you begin to have doubts.

The bull’s antlers score many, and his sharp hooves scratch you and others as well. And you know that it was a bad decision. You and your wounded must retreat to the den, no hunting today, or even for the rest of the month!