Northstar Vale Echoes of ephasia have haunted you tonight

"The buck," Dag agreed with a nod of his head, ears quirking toward the woman as she spoke further on the subject. He turned his head as if to look at her while she spoke to him, but his eyes continued to map out the land before them. He wanted to believe that it would move on, but the fact of the matter was that Dag was still very shaken by Saena almost getting hurt during the hunt. The first female had been inches away from being gored.

It would have been an ugly death.

Still, he concede to her words, willing to take them as wisdom, seeing as she was older and more experienced. (That was, at least, what he assumed.)  When she set off toward the doe, Dag was a mere step behind her, not willing to incite another game of tag with all that had transpired. In a few hours, he'd calm down and leave her be, but for now, he followed close and flanked her left side.

"Kyllä - Yes. I am from the tundra. We hunted reindeer, there," he explained, thinking back to those hunts. The animals travelled in larger herds were he was from, but were far less protective of each other than this buck had been of his does. "This is my first deerhunt away from home." And without his family.