He could feel their hooves?  The new bit of information intrigued Jera, made him wonder how it was that Ursalo could do such a thing; they were still a ways off, and he himself could feel absolutely nothing...  But Jera wasn't trained for this, and he had no natural abilities.  Tamlin was the hunter among the two elves there, and when he heard Ursalo speak, he nodded and redoubled his efforts.<br/><br/>It did not take too long to finally reach the herd: the elk were poised at the rim of an opening in the forest, a flower-filled, lush glen.  They were alert, a watcher constantly scanning the trees while the rest grazed, and the gentle breeze rustling through the grass was enough to make them pause.<br/><br/>Tamlin stopped well away from the treeline, hanging back in the depths; Jera stopped a ways behind him.  The servant couldn't move as quietly or as quickly, and if he so much as stepped wrong, he could blow their cover.  So the prince moved alone, slipping along in the shadows, all grey and green and brown like the forest floor, until he found a good position for himself to scan the herd.<br/><br/>He didn't see Ranuk at first, until he finally looked up: there, high in a tree and hidden in the heavy foliage, the demon had made himself an outpost.  It was an excellent vantage point, giving him a clear view of the meadow and its occupants.  Tamlin's ears flicked, dark eyes roaming carefully over the elk-- no males in sight, just females with their young.  A bull would be the best prize, and really the only one he wanted; females were fine but not the right choice for this season, not when they were nursing and raising their calves.  Somewhere, there must be...<br/><br/>Ah.  Across the meadow, subtle movement in the greenery caught Tamlin's eye, and the branches of a tree began to shift.  Not part of the tree at all, then.  Slowly, cautiously, the elk picked his way between the leaves and the undergrowth, stepping just barely into the circle of the glen.  It was open and vulnerable, the wariness visible in his long strides, but the bull was a sizeable creature that wouldn't be easily taken down by anything (besides Ranuk, or perhaps one of Tamlin's arrows).  He had done well for himself in the spring, his coat shining and his antlers large and sprouted.<br/><br/>Tamlin silently reached for his quiver and pulled an arrow without a sound, prepping his bow and setting the notch to the string.  He did not aim yet, the distance was too uncertain, and the elk was still too far from the rest...  The elf would have to risk waiting for him to approach, to lower his guard and feed...  Though with the speed Ranuk had, the demon might be able to fell the creature without needing to wait.