King Elk Forest We can't all be the prom king!

He cuts his howl short. He hears so many others, even some from outside the territory. Either a few stragglers has wandered outside their protective barrier or there’s other wolves not of the faith skulking around their haven. Time to perish this land of sin — those who are not lead by the High Elk. 

So he begins. Trotting dutifully towards one howl in particular. It doesn’t last much longer so the last half of the tracking is guesstimating where the sound came from. Though upon further examination he finds himself a deer. Oh no, wait. That’s no deer. It’s a wolf in deers clothing — literally. He’s silent, creeping up behind this cursed wolf. Cursed like him. 

“You lost?” He calls from the dimly casted shadows.