An Elephant Never Forgets

Corbie had never seen an elephant in her life.

She'd heard them described before, of course, as a marvel of nature. She knew they were found often in the southern hemisphere.

She did not expect to see one in the north.

She tilted her head to the side, studying the young bull elephant with bemusement. He was far from where he belonged. She couldn't imagine what had brought it to wander so very far from where it could possibly be physically comfortable. Winter was not kind to animals that were suited to it, let alone those that were not. It was a pity, but he would not likely survive until spring brought forth enough plant life to sustain his bulk. Not with the cold eating at his reserves by the day.

It was too bad there was no way she could hunt such a titan by herself. By the time he died from cold he'd have been starving for some time and would be nearly all skin and bone. Granted, that hide alone would be interesting to work with, but... the amount of meat on that bulk right now would feed a pack for months. It would be such a waste to leave the elephant to his fate and salvage what was left at the end.