Ravensblood Forest And if you long to never die

He smiles to her in a wordless reply and eventually they’re drifting further to the center of the territory. Just as predicted the scent of the two deer cross his scent trail and he stops abruptly. Going in a few loose circles to determine which direction they’ve gone, he finally figures it out and begins heading further north. 

They’re tracks lead them to a stream, it looks like they walked along the flowing water for a good while. Silently Donovan hopes they never crossed it. If so he could call the hunt a loss. Unless they wander around and stumble upon them, they could be there for hours. Thankfully, they get lucky as the trail gets stronger and eventually the prints of both large and small hooves can be seen.

Then luck bestows upon them the deer themselves. After lifting his head from his insistent sniffing, he scans the horizon for the hundredth time and what he fines is most satisfactory. The doe — a healthy female grazes on miscellaneous bushes and shrubbery while her fawn stands closely beside her. Keeping his eyes on the targets, a whispers a low, “Look.” to his company, alerting her of their presence.