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

Steele circled the mother Elk, she was much bigger than he imagined she’d be. He sighed and toyed with her, dodging a few shots from her back legs as she seemed to be getting confused. Just as Steele thought he was being a cunning wolf and going to make a break for it the mother Elk took a swing with her front legs, Steele turned his head just as she did and her hooves scraped down the side of his face. 

Luckily for Steele when he started running the mother had had enough and didn’t feel as though she needed to do more damage. Though he could feel the blood trickling down his face he kept running until he got to the border, where he seen Guillotina and the Elk calf. He took a small breath to calm himself and trotted over to her, he gave a dip of his head in respect. She was small but she did a lot of work. The pack could use the meat and he was glad they had done it together. 

As for now he needed to tend to his wound, so he left the female and the kill to find something to help the small wound and the bleeding.

exiting Steele