Fairspell Meadow breaker of the dawn

Akhtar’s cheeks puffed out in a childish pout and, much like the boy he once was, he stuck his tongue out in jest.

Then, he released a series of high pitched, excited noises, like a mouse that had been stepped on, diving into a bushed area and dragging his own large specimen out of the other side. He gave it a critical eye.

I have seen large ones up north quite a ways. Past this place. The priest giggled like a schoolboy.

In both senses. Those people had been quite large and much had his heart tried to claw its way out of his chest.

He added the antler to his pile, and kept hunting for more. He did not even notice the deer from earlier had ceased their fight, now locked together with their breaths steaming into the air, unable to break apart.