Firefly Glen [PHE] The Elk Bellows Group One

Partaking in the hunt was a great honor—and her excitement in the upcoming days was palpable. It took a moment when she was called to a group for understanding to dawn on her the responsibility placed upon her —and bright eyes would flicker with horror as she was ushered forward more by her father, who whispered encouragement to her. “Is he crazy?” She whisper-hissed to her father, eyes still wide, her paws suddenly feeling like lead.

‘Dey be so big, dey can gobble a little pebble like you whole.’ The words of the ocean girl echoed in her mind just now, and she felt her throat go dry.

A pale man greeted her—questioned her—and she found her words missing for a moment as she took in his scars. Did he get those from the elk?

Trying to steel herself, she inhaled slowly—chin lifting up, trying to cast the man a smile that did not waver too much. “Not anything this large,” she admitted, hoping he took that as her confession that she would need all the guidance he offered.