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Rannoch’s verdant gaze continued to flick back and forth from the boy to their surroundings. Careful to watch the foliage just inside the territory so he wouldn’t be surprised. His ears doing similar as he strained to hear approaching paw steps over the singing of spring birds and the cold breeze that reminded them of winter’s long hard grip upon the lands. The boy questioned him further as they continued through the bright green spring grasses.

A low chuckle came from deep in the elk’s chest. "No, young one. I am the meat.” He explained with easy going amusement. The pup truly was young and without experience, but that made Rannoch only enjoy his company more.

"Rannoch"