Lark took off after him, making sure to keep her step quiet. She slowed down as the scent got closer, hoping the silence of the birds hadn't alerted them to anything.
"What's the plan?" She asked Ryan, peeking into the clearing. There stood three plump deer. The first was a small buck with antlers that looked a bit big compared to the size of his head. He had no injuries except for a scar from the previous mating season. The other two were both does, one pregnant. The other was limping on its back leg, struggling to keep its balance as it grazed.
(Ok. We can wait and see if dragonspell is ok with that.)






