Broken Boulder Taurus man, we don't let shit go

Steele trekked to the outskirts of the territory along the way sniffing out the scent trail. He stopped behind a few bushes and peeked his eyes through a tiny hole. Through this hole he sees a small herd of elk, two of which have fresh calves just merely hours old. They were still up and suckling from their mother though and could possibly run but not as graceful or as fast as the full grown or days old calves. 

Steele looked back at Guillotina, they would first have to make a game plan, this hunt is unpredictable and could go anyway. “ There are two baby calves, ones a bit more wobbly than the other, we will go for that one. The mother could either stay and fight us or she’ll run for her life and leave the baby to run or to die. If the mother stays and fights, abort the mission because you can die with one blow from this elk, if she runs, we go after the baby. Understand?” Steele made sure to be as quiet but as stern as possible, he wanted no one to get hurt but this baby elk.