King Elk Forest Like a Gilded Idol

The herd rippled away, their mentality focused on preserving the whole rather than the individual. On his side he could hear his companion breaking the yearling away, snarling and snapping at the yearling until it too broke away, determined to save its own life than risk running into their jaws. Now for the end.

He was unsure how far and long these creatures could run for. He could not run fast but his stamina was high, thanks to his training in warfare. He rounded to follow his companion. Blood was in the air. He could see the yearling ahead, a wound deep in its leg. He knew this game. He looked at the brown-and-cream wolf, checking him for any signs of wounds. Satisfied with his assessment, he trotted off after their quarry, intent on ending this soon.