Hunting season

Alaric was on the hunt. He told his two cane corsos Maul and Cinder to sit this one out. So the two were off in the distant of the valley, near a stream, watching Alaric from a safe distance. Alaric out his black nose to the ground and was currently tracking a doe. His nostrils flared as he took in the scent, his eyes fixated on his surroundings. There, in the not so distance, was the doe he was tracking. It was currently nibbling on a few blades of grass. Alaric tense his muscles and lowered himself closer to the ground. He was going to capture the damn thing one way or another.

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