Stone Circle A hunting we will go….

Through grasslands and woods did they go, till they came upon the hunting meadow. Moss had kept his nose to the ground, diligently scanning each scent and leading them on. He watched Moss, and from what he could see, this man was an expert in this field. 

Time went on, and finally it seemed that they had made it to their destination. Moss had crouched down low, hiding in the taller grasses, and he flicked his tail signaling Bjorn to do the same. He tried his best, despite his large size. He then whispered to Moss: “Fantastic Moss.”

Moss, again, pointed his snout towards the direction of a cracked branch. They had found the deer. Now, it would soon be up to Bjorn is take it down. 

He moved up next to Moss, getting his hunting drive ready to go, his toe nails digging into the dirt. “Just let me know when we’re ready.”