by AquilaFuga » Wed Nov 02, 2011 9:33 am
Conyer walked along the top of the hill, before going down away from the deer. He stalked through some long grass. The wind blew slowly into his face, allowing him to smell the deer clearly, deciding which one to go after.
There was an injured doe, or a young fawn who seemed to have wandered slightly astray...He decided to go for the fawn, as he was not overly hungry at the minute. He leapt out of the grass, and the herd scattered in panic. Unfortunately, the deer ran in all directions, concealing the fawn from him. Conyer watched them stampede away, but carried on back the other way down the valley.