Wooden Giants

Rannoch’s heart was beating swiftly as the two of them made battle, however good natured their activity was. He could still feel the exhilaration racing through his veins. His nostrils flared and with a jovial kick of his heels the Irish Elk took his victory over the young wolf. The both of them gaining a bit of experience from the event. He dipped his head once more as his white tail wagged at his back side with the excitement that riled him. A wide grin over his long features.

"You fought well, young one.” He finally said as his hooves settled once more into the pine needle floor. "You are unharmed?” Rannoch asked with a tilt of his velvet crown.

"Rannoch"