Golden Glade King of Kings

He too had been scouring the land nearby in hopes of a sign. It's all they could do now until his family was pointed in the right direction. A series of muffled barks followed by a howl was quick to gain the hunter's attention though. The call came from Odessa somewhere nearby and based on the tone she had found something.

Changing his course, Calhoun followed the fading sound, a spark of excitement alit within him at the promise that their search had come to an end. By the time he arrived, Cal was able to make out a large figure sauntering away into the growth and out of sight. For a moment, he believed it to be a trick of his mind, though based on Célnes' question and the stranger's response, it was safe to say that the fleeing elk was real.

At last, the sign they had been searching for! Though their visitor seemed keen on putting a damper on their good news. Calhoun scoffed at the idea that any apostle of the High Elk might "cater" to a pack. His followers are blessings, not servants. For a moment his reddened gaze traveled the body of the stranger before his eyes settle back on her own with a raised brow, Especially not to one of your kind.