Anthony who was also approaching her, replied, as he spoke from behind;
"It isn't dead yet, let's just say I put it to sleep. It would wake up soon, if I don't kill it."
"Oh, okay," Flower said. She then glanced backwards at the little moose who had pitifully fallen back down to the cold ground as it was already loosing its life. Flower's heart had already melted so deeply for the meek and mild moose who would soon lose its mother due to their hunger.
Flower sighed, looking forward at Anthony who had already reached the mother moose side and had simply brought out the knives and blades from his shaft. He lifted the blade in an attempt to slit the mother moose's throat and kill it, so that it won't wake up whilst being carried home by him.
