holy mother of elk

Theory was thoroughly perplexed by the lingering cold. She'd asked around but no one could remember a winter like this in their lifetimes, which made her all the more concerned. Theo was rounding on the plains when she saw a huge - like, really enormously huge - elk grazing. Could it really be called grazing when it was so huge? More like razing. It plowed through the heavy, deep snow like it was nothing. Theory saw a tiny dark speck in the distance staring at the elk in similar awe. Was that a big raccoon? Oh fuck. It was Ruin! Her little sister had grown up to be a bit... well, mean. Rude? Not quite cruel, but there was a sour streak there that stood out like a sore thumb against the rest of the family. Oh well - she still loved her! And Theory certainly didn't want her to get stepped on.

Not wanting to alarm the elk into stampeding, Theory slunk down to the ground and crawled on her belly over to her sister. "Is that your boyfriend?" she whispered with a chuckle. Ruin probably would line up against the top of the creature's hoof, if that.