Stone Circle A hunting we will go….

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With much effort, twisting, and pulling, Moss managed to unroot his leg, spinning desperately to help Bjorn bring down their prey, hoping to do something to help. Something to make up for his blunder.
The deer fell dead at the bear man's great paw. Moss hadn't touched it once.

Moss nodded as Bjorn spoke, his eyes glued to the deer's body as he tried to ignore the burning slowly overtaking his face. I think my paw is fine, maybe a little bruised, but uh, it's alright. They mumbled, wondering why the hole hadn't committed to swallowing them up so they wouldn't have to be standing here right now.

With a chunk of the deer left as a thank you to the birds and a small prayer of gratitude to the spirits for the successful hunt, Moss began the long, awkward trek back to Kvarsheim, taking up station in the rear so that he might help hold up the carcass's legs.