Dragoncrest Cliffs This room'll stay just as it is now, for quite some time

Time passed and none of the deer did anything of particular interest. Haunt was nothing if not patient, though. It paid off when the buck eventually reappeared, a wound in his shoulder. One of his antlers was cracked, the broken section dangling precariously and swinging with every movement of his head.  He looked hale, despite the injury, and Haunt wondered: had he been off fighting? Had he won?

The does moved closer to him and the herd was on the move. Haunt tensed as she watched them cantering away. She decided against following them, remaining rooted to the spot. Just before they disappeared into the distance, she saw the loose part of the stag's antler snap off and drop to the ground.