Splintering the still air with his bugling call, the Guardian stands, ever watchful, ever vigilant. As his breath drifts softly in foggy wisps in the morning's young hours, it seems all is at peace. His herd graces restfully under his watchful gaze. Even so, his keen sense of smell detects intruders. Their footfalls silent and dangerously close, despite the frosty grasses underneath. In an instant he will be fierce and terrible, as he charges to confront them, to the aid of his clan, his mighty rack of antlers more menacing than any sword blade. 6 foot powerful spikes wielded with the full anger of an 800 pound elk bearing down on them ... wolves beware!