King Elk Forest Kinda Queasy on the Red Ones

@Célness

Hunting the elk was off the list under most circumstances. Calhoun watched the herd with the intent of gauging their health and ensuring their safety from any stupid enough to try, a doe however, no one would bat an eye. Deer were not the elk and lucky for Kingslend, elk were not the only hooved beasts to wander through the forest.

The trail of prints Calhoun currently followed match those of a doe and based on the number of prints it was safe to say this one had wandered alone a bit too far. Hunting was always a thrill, but it was the large kills that really brought joy. Something about small game almost seemed unfair, boring, this would be a real hunt.

As the hunter moved through the forest, his thoughts would soon be confirmed as he spotted the deer a few paces ahead, casually grazing despite being deep in the wolves' territory. It was strange to see one so bold, or perhaps stupidly sick. Today it's walk would be it's death.