Duck Lake renəˌsäns

Sven followed behind Swift with wide eyes. Taking in the area and once he caught sight of the Elk. He gave a soft oof in both awe and wariness. They were huge, like tanked beasts. Burly and broad. Huge antlers on their heads. Their breath coming out in waves of mist. Monsters.

Sven felt a shaking in his paws, but he moved closer to Swift. He'd protect this wolf too if it came down to it. 

A shake of his head. He had to clear his throat twice before he could speak. No Fadir and Germ says you need more than 2 to hunt Elk. Take whole pack.