Big Salmon Lake Blood stutter

@Lasher? :)

He found himself back at the lake shore, tracking another herd of deer. They were many this time and, like before, he wasn't hopeful about making a kill. There would be no repeat of last time's serendipitous fortune, either. Peregrine didn't mind, though. Practicing tracking and observing would help him maintain his mastery over his hunting skills.

Actually, he was currently trying to see just how close he could sneak to the herd before they noticed him. Presently, he was perhaps two dozen yards away, slinking along on his belly in stops and starts. There was not much brush to screen him out here and the land was flat. But the wind blew in his favor, at least, and Peregrine was a master of patience and precision.