King Elk Forest Like a Gilded Idol

"Oh for f----" Bronco hissed, exhasperated when Solanus not only stepped on, but then hoisted up a an elk antler which had been shed likely after the last rutting season was over, proud as a peacock. He rolled his eyes, latched onto one of the tines and with a movement deft and impatient, jerked it aside, intending to pull it right out of Solanus' mouth. He bared his teeth; his short temper flaring slightly. In a low voice barely above a whisper he uttered a soft, but controlled threat. "Great. Yeah. That's an elk antler. Now if you don't mind, I reeeeeeally don't wanna be run through by one of them sharp bits, attached to an actual, live elk, so kindly- shut the frack up and pay attention." He said. He was through with Solanus' sense of humour. On any other day, it might've been fine- but Bronco took hunting a bit too seriously, and it often had the effect of turning him into a bit of a killjoy. He shook his head, content to simply continue on without Solanus if need be. 

Hoping to discourage any sort of retort, Bronco turned swiftly on his heel, then, brushed quietly past
the male he still referred to as "Haya" in his mind, and led the way at a brisk march. He began to slow when he caught the scent of the animals, and used his ears an indication flicking forward and back to communicate with his companions that they ought to slow down or pay attention. He came to a stop when he could see the elk moving in the distance, having hunkered down to hide behind a patch of bushes. He waited for his companions to join him, and began to scan the herd for the perfect catch.