Wolf RPG

"I just feel like we're wedged between predators and the mountains, and too far away from the mountains to reach them safely."
One of his cows had brought of this point earlier on in the day, and he had agreed. They'd been too close to a wolf-infested area, it seemed, so he herded the group further East and to the South to another meadow for them to graze in, one which had a forest on one side and a less rocky mountain range to the south-west. They could use that as an escape route if necessary, as the elk were exceptionally nimble-footed, and could travel through mountain ranges as though carried by a breeze. 

He was reluctant to keep them on the mountain, though, due to the thick snowfall. Cougars had claimed those as their hunting grounds, and with theyr massive, broad paws acting as snowshoes, they could cover the ground much quicker than the elk could. They'd lost two cows to cougars already this winter- he didn't want to lose any more. Wolves could be reckoned with, fought off and even killed; but a cougar was something different altogether. He'd take his chances with the dogs. 

The herd stayed close together, pawing through the snow to find morsels of grass, while those on the outside- including Acer- stayed on guard.

From the glade, Liri's wandering led her through a narrow path in the foot of the mountains. Trekking north on unsteady paws, she reached the sheltered valley as morning gave way to noon where she was halted by the enticing sight of a tiny herd of elk. Grazing peacefully, or at the very least snuffling about in the snow in search of sustenance, the sight was enough to set her empty stomach to rumbling. 

It was foolish to think she could take down an elk single-handedly yet the healer was desperate. The hunger gnawed like so many tiny needles, her vision danced with dark spots at the slightest exertion. She needed to eat and soon. 

Some of the cows were on the smaller side and Liri noted with glee that one had a young calf at her side. Liri's mouth watered at the remembered taste of veal. 

From her vantage point within the treeline, the fae hunkered in the snow - hidden from sight as long as she remained still - as she tried to plot the best way to secure one of the cows for her dinner. 

Sorin stared at the herd of elk ahead, his mouth already watering slightly. It had been some time since his last substantial meal, and the shadow was eager to fill the void in gut. Although it had been some time since he had properly hunted such large game alongside others, Sorin felt a small measure of confidence. The odds were always better with three than all alone.

His emerald eyes scanned the herd, taking in each elk and making a mental note of where they may be weak or strong. Eventually, his eyes also lit upon the calf, and he subconsciously licked his lips. If they could separate the calf, the rest would be easy.

"Won't be easy, but if we coordinate our action we've got a shot," he murmured, more to himself than the others. He glanced at Liri and the new face he had met just recently. Sorin was still not sure how to feel about the other man, but Liri trusted him, so Sorin allowed his own trust to extend, for now. He turned his attention back to the herd, his body set deep among the shadows of an old tree so as to not be seen.

He would wait for her signal.

The herd, for the most part, was fairly peaceful. He kept a watchful eye over them as they grazed, and hadn't missed the fact that Daisy had begun to edge perhaps a bit too close to the spicy Ginger, who held quite a grudge against the alabaster cow. He let them be for some time, as for a while, Daisy seemed to be mindful of Ginger's saucy side-eye, and maintained a safe distance. He breathed a sigh of relief, and grazed a bit here and there, only ever lowering his head for a few moments, grabbing a small mouthful of cold, dry grass from beneath its wintery covering of snow, before he lifted his kingly head again. 

He heard a sharp exhale of breath, followed by the swooshing sound of hind feet kicking out through the air, as well as the dull sound of them making contact with thick, furry flesh. A very short, shrill note came from Daisy who was more offended than anything that Ginger had kicked out her heels at her simply for wandering too closely as she grazed. Huffing, the bull elk made his way over to them and separated the two, giving Daisy's white hindquarters a good shove with his muzzle, warning her to stay away. "Mind your grazing," He said to her, his deep voice rumbling, before he turned to Ginger. "Mind your manners." He said. 

He drew in a breath, watching the two cows part ways; Daisy drifted over toward Lupin to graze beside her and her yearling, and Ginger moved toward the antsy Foxglove, who was made a bit nervous, but still glad to have Ginger on her side. Until she realized that Ginger was actually after her grazing patch, so she willfully surrendered it. Unnoticed by the cows, Acer had stiffened, and the eldest of them, Trilium, was the first to notice. Her ungainly head lifted and she too breathed in a breath- before she snorted, exhaling one word of warning to the group, making all other head simultaneously lift. 

"Wolf."