King Elk Forest Kinda Queasy on the Red Ones

She did not mind the baron taking the lead, knowing he was quite an excellent hunter. If he was not to be a baron, most likely she would urge him to be an Ivory rather then a Sage, but she did not know him well enough to guess what rank he would rather enjoy most. It also slipped her mind what he previously had taken, for while they were cousins, the difference in their prayers were so big, she refrained from interacting with the bare minimum.

Her cousin spotted her; the stray doe who lowered itself to feast upon the withering grass. He did not hesitate to challenge so, and she too fell beside in a dance. Célnes was not built like a warrior, but she had long legs for speed and distance, a keen trait that seemed to hold many of the Deorwine's. She watched for an opening as Calhoun grabbed and tore, trying to keep at it to drag down..

And she lunged. As he aimed to keep a tooth for the leg, rather then with her teeth or claws, the King decided with a brash headbutt to the side, as she wanted to bring the doe crashing down to the land, giving little to no hope to escape as the two would grab and pull to stay to the ground; and eat at it's neck.