05-30-2021, 11:38 PM
Night came across The Elk's Crown with a vengeance. The clouds were angry, sending waves upon waves of water down into the forest and pelting the elk within with water. She watched them passively, crouched amongst the vegetation within the Exalted Grotto. She had found the sinkhole shortly after the rain had began and, seeing it as the closest thing to protection from the weather that she knew of, had slipped down the hill and found a soft spot against one of the rock walls.
So far her time here in her new pack seemed fair. There was some level of nervousness about her coat and other strange physical attributes, she figured, but so far nobody had come to attack her or chase her away.
The queen herself had brought her in with open arms, giving her a rank at their first meeting. It was a job, like any other - with roles that were more of the same. For now, in peacetime, she was here to hunt, to protect, to mingle?
The elk that grazed in the rain nearby were not prey. Not according to the laws of the land - her new Queen had made it very clear that not a hair was to be touched on any regular elk, though she had noted that the woman appeared to slip between elk and deer so frequently that she was unsure if she knew of the difference. In the end, she figured that in the eyes of the law of the land, elk and deer were the same so neither should be eaten.
So she turned her passive eyes from the herd on to the depths of the grotto, wondering if anyone else would find the hole as a safe place to avoid the lightning and rain.
So far her time here in her new pack seemed fair. There was some level of nervousness about her coat and other strange physical attributes, she figured, but so far nobody had come to attack her or chase her away.
The queen herself had brought her in with open arms, giving her a rank at their first meeting. It was a job, like any other - with roles that were more of the same. For now, in peacetime, she was here to hunt, to protect, to mingle?
The elk that grazed in the rain nearby were not prey. Not according to the laws of the land - her new Queen had made it very clear that not a hair was to be touched on any regular elk, though she had noted that the woman appeared to slip between elk and deer so frequently that she was unsure if she knew of the difference. In the end, she figured that in the eyes of the law of the land, elk and deer were the same so neither should be eaten.
So she turned her passive eyes from the herd on to the depths of the grotto, wondering if anyone else would find the hole as a safe place to avoid the lightning and rain.
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