Jade Fern Grove a little more

Since reentering the Wilds Howl had feasted on relatively small game. Rabbits, beavers a few squirrels here and there but nothing to truly satiate him. He had been absent during the time of famine and was therefore unsure at what had his luck so low. Today it appeared that his luck would change as he stalked a doe and her previous summers fawn. Healthy but young and small enough that he thought he would take his chances.

As he watched them along came a stag, healthy and possible unforeseen difficulty in Howl's plans. With a group, he may be open to the risk, but a toe to toe with a stag meant sure injury on both sides. He waited abided his time, seeing if another opening may arise where the stag may venture off once again.