Silverlight Terrace Pisok

Mojag nodded to his friend, and turned a look to the silent other man; he began to step away from the two hunters when Chakliux called out to the woman, and for a moment Mojag was frozen with indecision if he should go now or wait for her answer - but he was not part of that conversation, and so he eventually pulled away from them entirely to go and track something.

Chakliux' advice from earlier rang in his head; he would be mindful of the trails, and more importantly he would keep an eye on any stags with their crowns. He was intent to prove he could hunt as well as any man despite not bearing the same marks as Chakliux, or the age and strength of the silent man.

Whatever the three others got up to, Mojag was focused on his job. He ranged further from them than he intended and in doing so, he spooked something from among the wilderness. A grunt erupted from alongside the boy's flank - followed by the sound of snow crushed underheel - and he turned in time to see three potential targets splitting away at a run across the snow; two does, and a much lazier stag pacing behind them.