The young orc fidgets anxiously in the position the party has staked out. She's been waiting for this her whole life - longer, even. Her unadorned leather clothing may not be solid, but the determination is her eyes is palpable. She would not fail. She would excel. Hengroi would be a legend.
"Perhaps we could expand on this idea - give the moose some opportunity to run. If we all appear at once, then there's less chance to weaken it as it runs back and forth." Hengroi points a transparent hand towards severlpositions surrounding the clearing. "We each take positions surrounding the beast, and appear only as they hurtle towards us. This'll make it waste precious steps trying to get away - opportunity for us to pelt it before snaringit." She smirks, satisfied that herplan is a good one.
Her leshy familiar, Clipping, gives a thumbs-up.