King Elk Forest Before it ends we should try to start

@Thirdeye

Niamh had left the pack before the sun had set, but at the time of day when the shadows were long and stretched like dark fingers across the plateau, pointing directly toward the east, as though to accuse the horizon of some wrongdoing. Those elk she and Screech had spooked- well, technically, Screech had spooked them, she'd simply had to run because the elk had chosen to chase her away too- had travelled from the plateau and on toward the forest, likely to seek shelter and protection from the wolves who had proved to be a nuisance. She was waiting; very, very soon the elk cows would drop their calves and then they would be vulnerable. She could hardly wait to sink her teeth into an unsuspecting calf. 

She settled down on her haunches as the herd moved deeper into the forest than she was willing to go, and by now the sun had set though the sky was still relatively bright. She would remember where they had gone and possibly report to Quixote or Raven...No, she thought. The only wolf she knew she'd report to, if she was being honest with herself, was Towhee. Regardless of who she told, though, at least she knew where that particular herd of elk had gone, and she'd keep dogging them until the time was right.