Whitefish River Erlkönig

Leifa stuck close to her mother until Vaettir guided her gently to where her brother stood. News of the pack hunt had excited the young girl and seeing the elk with her very own eyes only added fuel to fire. Staying still and silent went against every fibre of her being, yet (with great difficulty) she kept her moth shut. Only the tippy taps of her paws gave away her enthusiasm.

A glance back at Granite - the new, weird kid - what had him so worked up? Perhaps he just didn't like new people - that was understandable, though Leifa didn't really agree with him. It was interesting to meet new faces! The girl spied a boy about her brother's size next to what seemed to be his father, and a smaller one just behind him. It was him, she decided, seemed most interesting.

Her tail feathered in greeting behind her as she waited in anticipation for how the adults would handle such antlered creatures.