Broken Antler Fen tracers

For @Tatsuya ! Feel free to highjack as a gamekeeper/outrider/whatever thread! :D

Hunger brought him down from Moonspear. For as grand as the views were on the mountain, prey was scarce. Atreyu's stomach growled furiously that morning as he awoke, once again blinking as he stepped out of the small crevice he had made as a temporary den and into the sunlight. As each day passed, he knew more and more that he should probably return to Stavanger Bay. He missed the ocean, and worried for the rest of the pack. Fear kept him from tearing off across the plains and towards the oceanside, though. What would Thistle say? Or Charon?

Pushing the troublesome thoughts away, the boy limped along the sodden ground, snarling every time he misstepped and stumbled. Feeling had returned to the remainder of his leg again — much to his irritation — though it remained as foul-looking and smelling as ever. He would have to return to the Bay at some point soon, if only because Thistle was the only healer he knew. But first, food.

Game was abundant here, judging by the various scents scattered around the territory. Moose, in particular. Atreyu watched a herd graze in the distance, toying with the idea of trying his luck with one. Though, for once, intelligence won out. It would be a death wish. Their antlers almost rivalled that bear's teeth — the one who had torn off his leg. Ears flattening at the thought, the boy settled upon the soft ground, turning to his wound once again to lick at it tenderly.