Fox's Glade stags

 
where. garait had not given it true thought, not beyond the range of the elk that had departed the meadow. wherever venextos departed, so he would follow, and the same was true of the paler gaul. for a long moment, the massive creature turned his broad muzzle toward the ranges and woodlands roundabout them, and let out his breath in a warm plume of steam.
a playful grin tugged wryly at his muzzle, the first of its kind in many cycles of the moon. garait rolled muscled shoulders; who could know where they would be led? but as soon as it had come, the smile faded; garait dipped his crown in brief and genuine gratitude of the one who stood before him, who had shown the brennus first courtesy in these wilds. it would not soon be forgotten, whether or not the other opted to accompany the brothers.