Lone Star Mountain combustion

Lemongrass followed happily, relieved that she wasn't torn from throat to tail. She figured that maybe the other was mute, so she stayed quiet as well so that the other wouldn't feel pressured to speak. She froze at the sight of the elk in the distance, wagging her tail a bit in excitement but standing as still as a statue. She looked at the other wolf, wondering what the other would do in the presence of such large, majestic, delicious-looking animals. She slavered eagerly, ready to give chase. She held back every instinct, trying to tell herself that a good chase wouldn't be worth being caught under those rock-hard hooves. She decided to wait for the other wolf.