King Elk Forest The Other Side Of Paradise

@Célnes we made it boys

Since the encounter with the blonde bore, Calhoun had put his efforts into something more important. The fleeing apostle. The scent was easy to trace, he had caught on early and spent the past few days trailing after the devined. Every now and then he was forced to wait as the elk grazed or drank before moving on. Oh, how he wished to speed up the process, but he needed the creature to be at ease. Not just for his own sake, but to appease his God.

At last, his efforts would pay off. Niamh was correct about one thing, this one had wandered from it's herd, for it's final destination seemed to be a vast forest tucked into a scared space far from the reaches of those scorned and disgraced. For a moment Calhoun's breath caught in his chest at the sight. Ahead was large gathering of bodies, tall and powerful with antlers stretching the mass of bodies. They were here. Their God was here! Just as their beliefs told, the land seemed plentiful with growth, food, and water to survive on. Different from their original home, but in some ways all the same.

This was the new Kingslend. Their new home.