Heron Lake Plateau you should see me in a crown

And take that opening he did. With a final lunge and a savage snap of his jaws, his teeth found purchase around the elk’s throat. White fangs sank into earthen flesh, the sharp tang of blood flooding his senses. He bit down hard, determined to end the creature’s suffering swiftly, there was no need for unnecessary torment.

Ker held firm, muscles tense, until the last shudder of life left the elk’s body. Only when he was certain it was over did he release, his breath heavy as he stood over the fallen beast. Crimson stained his muzzle, warm and fresh, as he took a moment to steady himself. Then, sensing another presence, he turned.

Hail. His voice was level, tinged with curiosity. I didn't realize I had company. I hope I'm not trespassing, I caught no scent of a pack here.

He ran his tongue over his maw, wiping away the worst of the blood before meeting the she-wolf’s gaze. And thank you for the assistance. You’ve got quite the skill, I respect that.

His copper eyes gleamed with quiet admiration as he studied her. There was no bravado in his words, only sincerity. I'm Ker. A pleasure to meet you.