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A sound cut through the dreary morning woods, the fog, and the drizzle of cool rain.

Loud, sharp, echoing. It started low, a deep, guttural sound, then quickly raised to a higher octave, echoing sharply through the air like a scream. Even after the call had faded from pale lips, it echoed, high in pitch and lingering until there was nothing but eerie silence for miles around. Around him, nothing moved. Nothing stirred. The drizzle continued to spit, but no soul seemed to emerge.

"Nothing...?"

Leif honestly didn't know what he had been expecting. For so long he had lived in solitude, hiding, running, picking his compatriots carefully, if he picked any at all. Few who saw him had good intentions. What would he hope to do if he did encounter someone on this nasty, wet morning? Hide? Run? Fight? Apologize for interrupting their lackluster morning and continue on his way into the unknown? More than likely anyone who called this unknown land 'home' would not be here, in the middle of the woods, in the rain. Er, drizzle. Whichever.

A deep, profound sigh of disappointment escaped the elk's lips. He was a tall, robust creature, muscular and distinctive due to the pelt white as snow adorning his hide and the proud, yet dangerous antlers upon his brow. With eight tines per antler, his crown was a intimidating sight, despite the velvet that had yet to shed. The white stag's gentle, blue-green eyes sat nestled in a dished, noble face, and roamed the trees, sucking in large breaths of foliage-scented air. One long leg, stained by brown mud, dared to step forward, a cloven hoof stretching outwards to continue his trek into the unknown.

Where was he? Where was this? Nothing about it looked or smelled familiar, but perhaps that was a blessing. With new territory came new opportunity, and Leif wondered if that wasn't the case, here.

Ducking his head beneath a few low-hanging limbs to avoid snagging his antlers, the white stag continued on his way, his pace slow, cautious, and leisurely. With no destination he was in no hurry, and with no one around, perhaps he could find a place to fill his stomach and then rest his eyes.

ooc: So, I had plans for Leif to join the Basin... However, everyone is welcome in attempt to persuade him (and me!) to join your herd/group! :D Also, if you've never heard an elk bugle, you need to look it up. It's a hauntingly beautiful sound.