Truth be told, I was a little amazed at how easy it was to kill the elk. It stood at 5 feet tall and most likely weighed over a thousand pounds. It was a monster before I knew that monsters existed. But I was a little annoyed that I would have to lug this thing back to the hunting lodge.
I would've made Whiffer carry it, but I bet he wouldn't be able to lift it off the ground. If I had to guess, anything over 200 pounds would pose a problem for him, and that elk weighed over a thousand pounds. It would be impossible for him. Normally, they would use a pickup truck to carry such a large animal.
With a resigned sigh, I lifted the creature off the ground with one hand and threw it over my shoulder. Blood from the wound I created in its neck poured all over my clothes.
"Let's go," I said to Whiffer, who was still bowing on the ground. He was shaking, and his pupils were dilated, but the moment he heard my words, he seemed to snap out of it.
