Leaf it up to the Elks

The almost humid, damp feeling of leaves underfoot was a herald of the oncoming fall and all it would bring, especially if one were to stay in these dark and confining places for the entirety of it. Scents of dried leaves above, not yet fallen, mixed with the smell of the fallen ones that were quickly becoming compost in a place such as this. At least he hadn't managed to step into any of the rottings, and likely wet if this place had anything to say about it, mess underneath the more forgiving blanket of leaves dried by the harsh summer heat. It wasn't all wet though, the summer seemingly having taken a good deal out of this place, and it was a little easier to traverse because of this despite the fact his nose could not pick up any scents just yet. He couldn't imagine anyone staying here for long, hopefully, they wouldn't be either.

This trip wouldn’t be all bad if he was honest, while he might not be too fond of the earthen man he traveled with just yet, he could still admire the other to some extent. Though he would eat several rocks before admitting that aloud to anyone other than maybe Lailah, she wouldn't be able to tell anyone else thankfully. Unless she chose to write it to the other. Maybe he would just keep his thoughts on that topic to himself. Admiring Ultyr, bah. A good physique is a good physique, no matter the person, it wasn’t exactly admiring.

It was the high, ringing call and almost walking into the other’s side that pulled him out of his head and back to the present, the noise jarring and loud as it rang throughout the woods. A testament most likely to the size of the bull that had wandered down. His ears swiveled to press forward as he slowly lowered himself into a crouch, paws moving so he could try and avoid moving too much of the leaf litter underfoot in fear of alerting the Cervidae that was somewhere ahead. A glance in Ultyr’s direction gave him the cue he needed when the man nodded to him, moving a bit apart from the other to see if he could lay his lily-colored gaze on the bull. A good meal if they could find and bring the beast down, but there would be a lot more to hunting this beast than there was to hunting something smaller like a whitetail doe or even simple rabbits. Ganymede kept himself low, Ultyr still within sight, and his belly almost to the leaf-strewn ground as he crept through the trees.

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