King Elk Forest Like a Gilded Idol

Yao held the elk's throat until he was certain that it was dead, moving down with its body as it collapsed. When he felt the last ebb of life throb through their quarry's neck, Yao finally let go, licking his bloodstained chops through his pants. He was prepared to reciprocate the compliment, only to stop when he realized what his companion had called him. Thanks, but haya means ok. He laughed. My name is Haoniyao.