Coran was both surprised and disappointed to see that the Druid's Moor had been claimed. He'd woken that morning to do some work by the ruin stones, but alas it wasn't meant to be. Instead he headed eastward to Wolfpaw Lake, scouting the area for prey. A chill was in the air, damp and cold, it clung to his bones and caused him to shiver. Coran knew movement would make him feel much warmer, as well as a warm meal.
Parting the cattails and reeds, Coran moved to the lake to drink and there, about 50 feet down he saw a small herd of white tail deer. There was a doe bending her head to drink and a few other does nearby grazing. He also saw a buck approaching the little group. Quietly, Coran settled down in the reeds, searching for opportunity.
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