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

Her silvery pelt catches eyes, not in a good way regarding the path of the High Elk. He wants to scoff, instead he allows it to come out as a soft exhale. His name from her cursed lips and his brows furrow, quickly smoothing out and nodding at her question. 

“I repent and repent. I praise the High Elk. Would sacrifice myself for the high elk. Would kill for the High Elk. Leave, Whitney, before I have to kill you.” He says, adding a bit more base to his voice. A snarl and curled lips slowly making themselves known to the woman.