To the hunt!

Thankfully, Sirius didn't shoo him away despite recovering from his all too recent injuries. The scabbing was minor from the stitching, but as long as he didn't do any fighting he would be fine then, right? That's the way he saw it anyway. "I've rested long enough; I'm losing my mind." He chuckled, assuming he would understand.

Agreeing with his opinion on the deer, he answered with a nod. Venison was a staple protein and the skins offered multiple uses, from armor to decorative items. A pack could never have too much in it's stores, especially after a good meal. When offered with the option to chase or take down, he considered his option and settled with what he assumed would make Halo less upset. A pulled muscle was nothing compared to a new wound from a stray hoof or antler. "I'll chase." He nodded once more.

Locating a herd wasn't difficult. The colder late-fall weather hadn't covered the south in snow yet and left plenty of grasses for the deer to feed on before the coming winter. Crouching down wind from the herd to remain unseen, he targeted a female slightly off from the rest of the herd. He motioned towards the deer, offering it unless the warlord had any better ideas.

"Speech."