Sweat trickled down the forehead and cheek of the man as he ran through the snow, sinking up and down with each step as his javelin stayed in its ready to throw posistion. A thick brown gambeson, with a grey cloak wrapped tightly around him had Hund boiling hot as he gave chase to his prey. He stopped atop a small hill, as regaining his breath with steam coming from his mouth like the smoke from a chimney in the dead of winter.
Brown eyes scanned the ever whiteness of Wildermore, as his hand moved up to push his wet red locks back from his vision. Snow crunched underneath his boots, as he turned this way and that way before he spotted it with a gasp escaping his dried lips. Down he crouched, as peering to what he had been tracking the whole morning; a large brown stag with antlers large and sharp.
He took in a breath, before hurling the javelin through the air and into the flank of the future-meal! Though it was not enough power, and it fell from the beasts hide as it took off with a trail of red staining the snow. "Hrmf.. easier to track..". It only took him a moment before he drew his long knife and gave chase up the snowy incline in which he tripped and slipped on ice and snow.
There he was.. the stag climbing up a rocky slope, struggling with its injured leg before Langhund followed! Up they climbed as one chased the other, before the injured beast turned and stuck its antlers out into the chest of Hund! Backwards he tumbled as grasping onto the nearest thing he could, which in this case was the antler that stabbed him. He felt the blood start to trickle in his gambeson, though the hunt was not over..
The long knife was pulled out, and after a bit of wrestling about and more scratches and bumps on Langhund, one was victorious! Hund wiped his blade clean as panting heavily, regaining his breath before he grabbed onto the stags hind legs as dragging it through the snow; leaving a red ink mark upon the blank white canvas.
Venison was cooked above the fire that night, and felawigends and riders alike enjoyed the fresh meat as it filled their hungry stomachs. With the antlers removed from the head of the beast, and now hanging off the back of his cloak, Hund sat upon a rock as the wind blew through his red hair which made it lift up like a cloak on a stormy day. He smiled as he glanced over the plains, looking back to the fire before he was called down to join in the eating as someone else took up the watch..
