Flycatcher Downs And sorry I could not travel both and be one traveler,

Damn skippy!

He was there with the Ivorian, deep blue shimmering an ocean within the ebony that was his entirety. Almost as pearlescent as scales upon the hide of a cataclysmic dragon, he was clearly a hulking beast even for his age. But whether it would be stealth, which he prayed the ghostly Alphess was not planning to have be the most of extent in this meal gathering, or it would be brutish behavior. However, elk were fast, huge, with killer kicks. 

His garnets scoured the herd, landing on the same one her light mocha eyes had crossed as well. 
A child.
a delicacy 

Low hung, the crown of the massive male turned to the ghost, concern only scantly trickling into his bloody stare. “You’re sure we can make this, Liri?” He has managed yet AGAIN to be moreso worried for her than of his own handicapped ass. Wind pushed his scruff’s cape collar down slightly as they were downwind of the meaty quadrupeds. 

Damn he was hungry...