by Spirit De Luna » Thu Jul 07, 2011 2:16 pm
Shaking himself back to reality Drogo stood up and shook the dirt and moss from his fur. It made a cloud of dust where he stood. He knew he had been gone too long and needed to head back to camp. As he headed that way a large deer caught his attention. He lowered to the ground and crept up on it. Using the tall ferns he got so close that when he lunged he managed to grab hold of the beasts neck and bite hard enough to here bone crunching. The deer reared up kicking him with its front paws before falling to the ground. Drogo let out a small yelp as the hooves made a gash across his side. He ignored it and slowly began limping back to camp dragging the dead deer.