Wheeling Gull Isle trinity

@Mojag or @Heda? or anybody else interested in hunting!

imagine the surprise of the missionary as he made his way from the greenhills to the lavender fields.

only to spot a truly small herd within the meadow. three does. one buck. he imagined they must have only just crossed over within the last cycling of the tide. surely not oblivious to what resided upon the island, but clearly unbothered for now.

and the buck thought very little of the priest, as it stared at him with big, near-black eyes. nostrils flared at one another.

he found himself frozen with the awe of their arrival, unable to call for a proper hunter and the advice they might bring.