Maybe, Maybe, Maaaybe

Éldi waited quietly in the rushes, his coat blending in well with them. So far the elk seemed none the wiser to his presence. He looked up at his raven, Askr, who was circling above and nodded. He was ready. The bird shifted course back over toward the girl and he watched as she disappeared into the thicker grasses. His legs coiled beneath him and as the girl sprang the elk burst into motion. Eyes fixed on their quarry, he waited til Stjarna had herded the sickly creature closer to him, then with practiced precision he sprang. Éldi caught the young elk around the neck, his larger size and body weight dragging it down. It only took moments before they had a meal.