To the hunt!

The Warlord well remembered the black temper that had plagued him the last time he had been bed ridden. He didn’t blame Grim for wanting to stretch his legs, and do something instead of stare at four walls all day. He’d just have to keep an eye on him, and ensure he didn’t injure himself any further.

“That’s where I would have put you.” he said with some satisfaction as Grim decided his part. They fell silent as they moved further into the woods, keeping downwind and their motions muted as they located a herd and approached. As Grim indicated towards a deer, the Warlord nodded his head. Motioning the man to stay, as he skirted his way around the herd and into a hiding place on the opposite side of their prey.


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