Stone Circle A hunting we will go….

The time had come, he was ready, Moss was ready…. Moss made the first move toward the deer, but in the blink of an eye, he plunged into the ground, chest first. This had alarmed the deer, which had then decided that these wolves needed to be dealt with. Bjorn looked around, assessing the situation, and quickly moved to cover Moss from the hooved assailant. The deer made one blow by Moss, but Bjorn wouldn’t let that happen again. 

He stood in front of the downed man, feet imbedded into the cold dirt, staring the deer dead in the eyes. The buck took this as a challenge, and it pawed the dirt, lowering its rack of antlers. He snarled, then positioned himself to launch as the buck came rushing forward. Bjorn launched for the deer’s chest, and he held on in an attempt to bring it down, then he landed the final blow. He gave it a moment, then turned to Moss, licking his lips: “Let’s go home.” He told his hunting partner, and went to help Moss up to his feet, “We’ll get that paw taken care of.” 

Bjorn would drag the buck along the pathway back to Kvarsheim, yet stuck close enough to Moss’s side should his partner need to lean on him.