King Elk Forest hear he, hear he,

A small, easy smile broke out over his lips. Célnes announced that the Firebirds were gone. Good riddance to them. Huffing, Chad whisked his tail. "Then now, we can hunt un-restricted." He said, none the wiser as to the settling of the Saints, until today. Pale brows rose in silent question. He was curious as to what their new neighbors were like. It might warrant a visit outside the forest in weeks to come.

But the celebratory hunt came first. "Let us feast, under the blessing of the High Elk..." He proclaimed in a softer voice than usual. He took the initiative and turned in the direction he last saw The Herd. Chad was only an average hunter, but he put his eyes and nose to good work, actively searching for fresh tracks or scent trails.