Honeyed Pasture eldorado

His last hunt was over a week ago and it had invigorated him. The first time he had worked toward a meal knowing that his survival and hunger depended on it. While he was in Rivenwood, a missed hunt simply meant leftover meat from the cache, but out here with no one to care and provide for him if he were to fail the stakes were higher.

Days prior he had been on the mountain's tip and saw this golden pasture from above. It looked plentiful and full of life, and he hoped prey. The grasses here were tall but not tall enough to hide Calcifer's full form. He slowly walked through the grass and allowed it to part around him, with his head down and legs bent to keep below the grass line. 

The existence of prey was plentiful. Flattened areas in the grass where herds had taken moments of rest. Several trails shapen throughout, and scat, some old and... some new. Taking a whiff of the excrement he could identify it to be deer, and recent. A few hours or so. He followed the scent for a short time before he heard rustling and froze in her tracks.

Could it be the deer close by, or another creature hidden amongst the grass.