Wapun Meadow turnabout

I set up our roll

As they stopped, Star cast her light blue gaze towards him, keeping her voice quiet. He was appreciative of her silence, not wanting to spoil their unlikely chance of catching an elk. Dovev wondered how much experience his fellow packmate had at hunting. He had worked hard to transition from tundra hunting to this, where the obstacles were vastly different. Circling reindeer and musk ox were replaced with the bolting and fanning herds of elk and deer.

Star had caught on to a prospective young elk who dawdled at the edge of the pond. She had moved first, her movements lithe and crouched low against the sweeping waves of grass. Dovev waited a moment, knowing she would use her obvious speed to help scare the elk off. Following her path through the bent grass, his ears rested alertly on his skull as he kept his eyes trained on the furry white spine moving towards their target.

A squeal rung out in the chilly autumn air, and Dovev's skull snapped up. Star had successfully taken a bite out of the elk haunch, and Dovev was spurred into action. He poured speed into his paws, and although he wasn't as agile as Star, and she tailed the young elk ahead as it struggled to rejoin the herd. Feeling the nip of wind in his open mouth, the male charged over the cool earth, skirting rocks and over fallen logs. Surpassing Star, the male launched himself at the elk, throwing his weight into the lunge. His jaws twisted sideways as he snapped at the back leg of the elk, aiming to latch on and use the friction of his paws to pull the prey backwards.