An irish elk is grazing on the plans

Through no fault of her own, Ruin didn't get out much. But she'd seen deer and elk and...well she was pretty fucking sure they weren't supposed to get that big. Like sure whatever, she was small so her idea of big and tall didn't really apply to everyone else but-yeah...that wasn't right nor was it natural. She'd been going out her business, fucking around with people's dens and filling their bedrolls and furs with rocks, only to pull back and see it looming in the distance. It's gigantic antlers spread wide like a tree canopy. She didn't dare to get close, she was a little shit but she didn't have a deathwish and instead hung back as she observed it approach the twisting river that meandered through the Plain. The smart thing to do would be to summon the other's, to call attention to this larger than life monster of an elk but...nah, she wasn't feeling it. There were kids running about which...it'd suck if they got squished underhoof but no one was around. Yet. They'd be fine.

It stomped along, leaving massive hoof prints in the snow, still overshadowing many of the trees that littered the land as it bowed down to take a drink. Ruin wondered if it would suck the river dry with one gulp.  Still though, Ruin had no idea what to make of the creature: aside from a general sense of what the ever living fuck???? Maybe this season would be far interesting than the last.

Theory was thoroughly perplexed by the lingering cold. She'd asked around but no one could remember a winter like this in their lifetimes, which made her all the more concerned. Theo was rounding on the plains when she saw a huge - like, really enormously huge - elk grazing. Could it really be called grazing when it was so huge? More like razing. It plowed through the heavy, deep snow like it was nothing. Theory saw a tiny dark speck in the distance staring at the elk in similar awe. Was that a big raccoon? Oh fuck. It was Ruin! Her little sister had grown up to be a bit... well, mean. Rude? Not quite cruel, but there was a sour streak there that stood out like a sore thumb against the rest of the family. Oh well - she still loved her! And Theory certainly didn't want her to get stepped on.

Not wanting to alarm the elk into stampeding, Theory slunk down to the ground and crawled on her belly over to her sister. "Is that your boyfriend?" she whispered with a chuckle. Ruin probably would line up against the top of the creature's hoof, if that.