Hideaway Strath That's All Right, I Love The Way It Hurts

Hemlocke listened carefully, all the while scanning the elk grazing out in the distance, watching for any hints of injury, illness... He wasnt lucky enough to have spot any, but perhaps they had? Bloodied eyes turned to his packmates, then to the herd. Her? A single question as his muzzle jut into the direction of a female elk- midaged, maybe, she was large and looked strong. Any teenaged elk was as big as any adult female deer so even though it wasnt a bull, the elk would feed them plenty. Mostly, she was bigger then some of the younger looking females but she also did not have horns to make a threat of them.