"Bull moose, really cute rack, bit dense but very good at what needs to be done at mating time."
"What would we have to do with a bull moose? Our pack isn't that foolish."
"He's missing."
"What's that got to do with me?" Nick pulled forward a little; he might slip his tail out from under her hoof.
"You've got a nose and an attitude. Find him or find out what happened to him."
"Why would I do that?"
She leaned a bit on his tail and a whine leaked out between his teeth.
"Cause if you don't, I and all my lady friends will stomp you into the mud."
"You b***h," Nick tried to twist around far enough to get his teeth into the her. He wondered if his tail was going to come right off.
"I'm a moose," She leaned a little more, "The bitches are your kind. You find out what happened to Bob, or
