An Elephant Never Forgets

Havoc trotted along happily at the heels of her new friend Medusa. She - she being Havoc, not Medusa - was very nearly a yearling at this point, so she had absolutely no compunction about going wherever she pleased, with whomever she pleased. Besides, Medusa was cool and she made things really interesting. Who else would have let her poke at dead wolves and stuff? Everyone else said it was "gross" and "disrespectful" and "blasphemous". Well screw that.

When Medusa veered off towards something she'd spotted, Havoc was more than happy to follow. A plain black and white wolf, a dark slatey colored wolf, and a bright blue wolf were already there, but that wasn't what had caught Medusa's attention. It was... well, Havoc had no idea what it was. Something really big, and leathery looking and... kind of pathetic, actually, despite all its bulk. All hunched over and weaving back and forth like the cold made it miserable. Well, maybe it shouldn't have been so naked then, if it was going to be in the cold. Should have lived down south instead. At least Medusa didn't seem to know any more about it than she did, because she asked right out what it was.

A big red guy showed up, and Havoc eyed him. Between him and the blue guy they practically had all the primary colors represented. She opened her mouth to make a snarky comment about that, but the guy's comment caught her attention and instead she blurted out, "Cool, we can hunt that thing?!"