Nightmare on Elk Street

Rakia absorbed the surrounding mood, the heady thrill of the chase seeping into her veins like an ancient tonic. Her senses were dialled in, razor sharp and alert, each rustle of wind through snow-laden branches, each crunch of paw on frozen earth interpreted effortlessly. Her heart drummed in sync with the haunting silence of the wilderness. Each beat was an affirmation of her survival instincts as she moved, soft as a wisp of winter fog amidst the pine trees.

When the large stature of Elk broke into view, she bolted- driving her pace near her top speed. At the sudden movement, the Elk moved to flee but had very little of a head start. In no time, they were on it’s heals. Running it. Exhausting it. And at the first available opportunity, she went for a hold on one of it’s back legs. To slow it down, and allow some of the others the opportunity to take it down.

"Rakia Perreau"