Broken Antler Fen tossed in a cell to feast with the fleas

“I don’t usually get out this way to do much hunting,” he explained to @Keres as they reached the fen. The sun had hit its highest point in the day, already beginning to wane. It was warm but not too terribly so, and the mountains stood not far off from their line of sight. Dirge moved lightly across the terrain, long since dried since the flooding rains had left their part of the world.

“The elk herds have been moving again, first along our borders and then along the mountain. I’ve managed to track them this far but I’m hoping we might be able to lay eyes on them finally. Maybe get a decent head count,” and maybe come back another time with more able bodies to try and drive them back towards the mountains, but that may have been hoping for a bit much. He tore his gaze away from the horizon then, peering to his sister and seeking her thoughts.