Steady Breath

Tarnish tracked the wounded mule deer into the Algoma Prairie where he often hunted, normally for small game but as the weeks went by and he grew in size and knowledge an injured deer was far too tempting. He wasn't sure how the doe had been injured, he didn't really care, she'd be put out of her misery soon. His pace slowed as the scent trail seemed to stop. The deer had to be nearby… bedded down in the tall grass perhaps. He looked up at Worc who was circling over a particular spot. That was it, it had to be, but he wasn't sure which way the deer was facing or how close he could actually et before it noticed him. He watched his companion circle lower and hoped for more information.

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