King Elk Forest Two for One, You Know a Bitch Buy Four

so sorry for the wait got caught up for a bit

A voice broke the chatter of the forest, and while it was unfamiliar, the one who called seemed to know him. The Baron paused in his tracks, red eyes scanning until they caught sight of the man coated in browns. Ah, he must be one of the new faces. He looked vaguely familiar, though he hadn't spoken to him directly. His tail flicked at his hocks as he turned to properly face the trotter, That would be me, yes. I hunt.

It would have been more proper to say he was hunting, but at his core, he was a hunter. He hunted. And most days, that is what he filled his time doing. You're new. His words were more of a confirmation to himself as he allowed his eyes to scan the other. It was clear the High Elk had his approval. Wherever he had come from, it did not matter now, for he had made his way home. It was a sight for sore eyes after all the acceptance of those who were unworthy of His grace. What of you? Where might your talents lay?