Moonstone Quarry The bear that keeps to his own line

”Oh?” 

Her tail wagged as she eyed the adornments; she wondered what they felt like, sounded like, and what use were they for beyond a trophy? Did the elk use them to pick its teeth? No, there was no way—maybe, it used them to scratch an itch, or maybe birds used them to perch upon? She didn’t know, but was keen to find out.

She left her spot beside the carcass and bounded over to its head. Reaching out with her nose, she gave a gentle sniff, simultaneously eyeing the way they appeared soft and rough at the same time. 

Interesting things, these antlers.

“These look so delicate for something so…big. What will you do with them?”