Firefly Glen everything moves in circles

set in the glen but heading towards whitewater gorge; hunt rolls here (roll failed)

He rested for a short time among the pines, but inevitably could not fall in to a real sleep. The ache in his hip was one thing, the hunger another; together Njal knew he could not rest properly, so he got to his paws and tried to warm up his tired muscles. He paced around the territory, and his path spiraled out from the forest and on to the southern plains — he had no intent to do anything aside from go for a stroll, and yet, he found himself drifting far from the borders. His sluggish pace eventually carried him east. Njal stopped, though, when he saw a sharp tug of movement in his periphery.

There was some kind of ungulate. An aging deer, or elk, or something, although it was too far for his old eyes to make heads-or-tails of. The figure was tall and broad, but its head was low, and there was an obvious hunger to it. The creature raised its head and peered directly at him, yet did not run. Perhaps it was deciding if the effort would be worth it? Njal knew he would not be able to take down anything large on his own, and he presumed the old deer recognized a similar helplessness in itself. They were both such old things now. So it kept on trying to munch at the new shoots springing from the ground, and Njal followed after it, slow and curious, but hardly a daunting opponent.