King Elk Forest Like a Gilded Idol

Yao surveyed the large creatures that his hunting companion had called 'elk'. His companion had not exaggerated in terms of their size — the younger calves were barely the size of their mothers, and yet they already towered over adult deer. He tried to remove the awe from his brain in order to plan their hunt, but he found himself getting distracted, his jaw-dropping as he tried to imagine the size an adult male, pairing the image of the antlers the golden wolf found and the form of the elk he saw before him.

His companion drew his attention away from his dreams of glory. He found a target, gesturing to one of the smaller-looking calves. Yao nodded at the plan, grunting in affirmation. Let's go then, Yao said, lifting himself slightly off the ground to slowly creep towards the hedge. His heavy weight always made stalking difficult, but he was certain that he could make it to the hedge before any of the herd was alerted to his presence.