Moonspear Follow the neon in young lovers' eyes

How about we go a-hunting?

With the return of the sun came the retun of the fauna that had once grazed on the foothills of the mountain range. He heard the first bugle-call of the king elk as he made his way down to the borders, and froze, listening in to pinpoint its location. Fall couldn't be here so soon, could it? Then another bugle pierced the air. Too early for rutting season, he thought, but perhaps the animals were simply grateful to return to pastures which had been heavily watered and now grew lush and green again in the sunshine. 

Assuming this meant that there was a herd nearby, Bronco called out- a joyous, summoning howl to call his packmates to him so they might investigate the herd of elk together, and potentially pick one out for a meal.