RE: Viorel you hear bull elk bugling nearby.
Midmorning, Light rain, 4C/39F
This was not Viorel’s favourite time of the year, at least not here. The autumn had so far been rainy and the days had cooled down quickly, and he found himself missing the dog days of summer. Even today, he had woken up to frost on the grass of the territory and the trees were beginning to drop their colourful leaves. It reminded him that soon it would be winter and he was responsible for feeding many mouths throughout the toughest months.
As if the sea gods had heard his concerns about keeping the caches full, the sound of a sudden bugling caught his attention. It didn’t take him longer than ten or fifteen minutes to find the source, a lone bull elk, separated from his herd and making quite the racket. Normally the bull was not the target of their hunts, but if it was alone and seemingly a little disoriented then maybe this was the perfect opportunity to celebrate the pups being old enough to join them.
Sneaking back away, so he was not too close to alarm the beast, but close enough he could keep track of it if it took off, Viorel called for his family. They will eat well tonight.