LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME
Trying to get home...
Lyndvarr worked to keep up with the rest of the pack but he found himself struggling as several deer managed to slip past him. He silently prayed that these faster animals weren't what Inga was eyeing. While he had been partially raised by the aging huntress the truth was that hunting simply wasn't one of his strong points. Panting he switched directions, closing in on the does left side as it plunged into the water. A decent swimmer, Lyndvarr quickly sprang in after her but he wasn't quite sure what to do now that he was in the water so he took a cue from Háre and Hani and started snapping at the doe, fangs ripping into the the exact center of the does left side, blood spilling into his mouth. The work of him and the slave helped slow the doe's attempted exit of the river, causing her to flop half onto the back and half off, kicking madly to try and dislodge the wolves.
