King Elk Forest Kinda Queasy on the Red Ones

He was focused, as every good hunter was. The sounds of the forest around him alive as ever, yet that did not stop his cousin from sneaking behind. She knew what she was doing, and Calhoun was now in target mode as he bent close to the earth, waiting for the right moment to strike. It wasn't until a voice whispered along his nape that his head shot back, a moment of bewilderment that soon burned into a glare.

Not for long if you scare it off. He too kept his voice low, a rumble on the wind that showed he was displeased. Had it been anyone other than the King, he likely would have shoved her form to the ground to keep her out of sight, but he was below her, and he knew his place. Do you plan to distract me or join me?