King Elk Forest Like a Gilded Idol

Hah-oh-nee-yah-oh, He enunciated. It's fine; you can call me Yao for short, he wasn't old enough to be referred to by his full name anyway. Even if he returned with epic stories and scars aplenty, he wouldn't have the clout. He didn't mind it much anyway. Yao was easier for foreigners to pronounce.

He had not been hungry when the hunt had started, but the exertion of the chase and bringing down the elk had riled up his hunger. It tapered when his companion — he hadn't gotten his name yet had he? — spoke of his familial duty. A family then. I won't take much then, He avoided the juicier bits, the nutritious things that a pack with an expecting mother would require. Instead he began to tear into one of the elk's hind legs. It'd be tough with muscle, but it'd give him something to chew on for a while.