Chimera Fields Tongues and teeth

They did not have to journey a long ways before the reached the peak of a rolling hill, in the downcurve, the herd laid waiting; such unity among these powerful beasts, some laid resting in the middle, others grazed along the sides; no young calves this time of year, only adolescents who still clung close to their mothers and now wore the very same cutting hooves, boasted the same large bodies. Fathers and brothers lingered by each corner, they watched and surveyed; great father elk, with the largest spindling horns, scars of battle on his hide, he stood as sentinel; daring challenge to meet him on the wind. 

And what a prize he would've been— but a prize that could not be won without the aid of many. She had a feeling that such a bull had felt wolf blood run down the grooves of his antlers before. Pangur hoped to see him and his herd again someday, so that the challenge might be met by all of Forneskja.

Crouched at the cusp of the hill, she spent a long moment surveying the elk. ..Mother elk, down there. She gestures with her muzzle Her leg is weak and her skin is torn- there on the shoulder. She must have protected her young recently.

Her young, who would need her no longer. He already grew the young spikes of antlers atop his head, and played in mock battle with his many brothers. 

In the meadow, when they were robbed of tall grass, hidden beneath the blanket of snow, there would be no cover for them. No bluff of further aid skulking in the shadows, it was very much possible that the herd would stand its ground against only two. We must disorient them. She decided, tail flicking with thought. We must be bold and go to scare the weak with quick feet, once one chooses to run, they will all follow, then we will have our chance.