Swiftcurrent Creek Eat me

Poor Denton Deer here is old. Luckily for your pack, that means a meal! But, he won't go easily! PP of scratches and minor bites are acceptable.

Denton made his way slowly towards the edge of the river. His joints ached in ways they never had before, his muscles were tight and less flexible, and he simply didn't have the energy he once did. This past mating season had been brutal on him, and the antler puncture wounds and scratches told the silent story. While he hadn't sustained life-threatening injuries, the younger, more agile and fit, males had won the battles. He was on his own now, choosing to travel further away from the rest of the herds to avoid any more battles. 

Coming to the river, he lowered his head to take his fill of the water. Several minutes later, he lifted his head to take a look around. He didn't see any dangers as of right now, and he needed to take a rest. He moved a few feet from the river bank and lowered his body to the ground, tucking his legs underneath him. His head remained upright to keep a lookout.