Elk Hunt!

Éldi was pleased to see a trio of younglings answer his call. After all, Corbie had mentioned there were several of the younger pack wolves interested in hunting and he was glad to pass on some of his experience before his inevitable passing. "Greetings young hunters. My name is Éldi and today we'll be hunting elk. There's an injured doe down the way, near the creek. This will be a simple hunt. She can't run for long. We'll stalk forward and then when I give the signal we drive her across the creek, let the terrain weary her then take her down." It should be simple and straight forward, no laying in wait, no traps, just running down their prey.

With a nod he slunk off into the tall grasses of the range, down toward the creek. The air was perfectly calm, nary a breeze in the air. He could see the ears of the injured quarry bedded down in the grasses, about 20 feet from the creek. He settled in, looking up to his raven to let him know the young were in position and then he sprang forward with a loud growl, heading down toward the target.