King Elk Forest Like a Gilded Idol

One ear flicked back when the dark male spoke- saying something that sounded vaguely like "utabeeree Zuree" but he simply thought he'd misheard. He was concentrated too much on the task at hand to realize he'd likely befriended someone who spoke another language. It would have interested him quite a bit- but hunger and the need to hunt took precedence, and he wasn't too upset about losing one hunting partner- given the fact he likely would have been a dudd that potentilly could get the other two harmed. 

Haya posed a good question, but Bronco didn't make to answer- instead, he scanned the herd to see if there might be anything they could handle. Yearling elk bucks could weigh as much as an adult buck deer- but the yearling females were smaller, so he sought to find one of them, meandering and grazing along near the rear of the herd. Slightly taller than a deer, but with long gangly legs, the fwe yearling elk that he saw looked to be in good condition, though one was noticeably smaller than the others- perhaps it had been born later. It grazed, without seeming to pay to much attention to the other elk, which encouraged Bronco to think that it might not bolt in the same direction as the rest if it got distracted and then surprised. He gestured toward it. "Maybe that one." He said. "We'll need to creep closer...An' then separate it, and take it down." It wasn't hanging too close to any cow elk in particular, making Bronco believe it would be unprotected when the threat arrived. "That hedge there. See if we can make it there." He said. It would bring them closer- not within striking range, but if they were able to get to the hedge and then attack from there, they had a chance of overtaking the elk before they could hit top speed and run away.