King Elk Forest Like a Gilded Idol

What was one wolf became two. As Yao closed in on the first's voice, he stumbled upon another wolf, another male, crouched and hissing at Yao. The young warrior tensed for a moment, wondering if some danger laid ahead, unbeknownst to him and the other wolf. The brown and cream wolf began to speak in low words. Elk? Yao dropped his voice to a whisper. He was unfamiliar with the term. They were prey obviously if this wolf was going after them. Quite large if he required at least three wolves. Yao was not particularly hungry, but he couldn't turn down the chance to hunt. Especially not for a creature he had never seen before. His brain surged towards a tale, a story of a grand hunt forming in his mind. Haya, I am... his eyes furrowed with the unfamiliar turn of phrase. Down... He turned his attention to the golden wolf. Yao frowned. Now is not the time for formal greetings, I don't think. He warned.