Snippet #2186275

Alvaro

The white buck ran swiftly, dodging obstacles with the grace and flexibility that his kind was known for. Nothing of true worth had shown itself that day, not even another herd for which he could gather details. He had seen tracks, though, of many of the smaller occupants of his woodland home; squirrels, chipmunks, birds and the like, but nothing of grave importance.

It was then that something caught his eye. It seemed to be two males, each of them strangers by their scent; though by the ears of the bowman, he figured him to be kindred maybe not of his forest home – but kindred all the same. The other, however smelled of water and not those found anywhere in these woods. Slowly, Alvaro crept closer, his ears perked in curiosity, but his hooves ready to bolt if anything violent were to insue.