Elk With New Antlers

Elk With New Antlers twists herself around on the ground, rustling up the crispy leaves that succumbed to the frost of the night. She pauses to soak up a ray or two of the sun smiling down, a treat in such a cold place as the mountains.

She stands and shakes out the pine needles clinging to her fur. She starts as a rabbit bolts from around the tree and makes way for the undergrosth. Her paws propel her foreward on the frozen dirt after the flighty prey.