I glanced back at Conan's grey wolf to ensure he was okay. He licked his lips and sniffed the air again, trotting in a different direction. Catching the earthy scent of a moose, I rolled my eyes at him but followed.The moose was faster than I expected and put up a nice chase for a while. Growing tired of running, I swiftly jumped on its back, grabbing the back of its neck and pulling its head back. Taking the chance, Conan dug his teeth into its now exposed throat, biting hard until the animal stopped kicking.Letting go, it fell on