Galen came to wonder if a bipedal deer eating a wild deer could count as cannibalism, before suddenly realizing he had eaten very little prior to gutting of the northern sergal. "Well, in the morning I should find something of value to eat which does not know a spoken language. But for now... rest." he thought, drifting to dream of his treasured, if not truly glorious, destination.
Post Merge: March 28, 2015, 08:01:52 PM
As the sun rose slowly over the coastal landscape, he made his way deeper into the bushes in hope of finding game worth hunting. Although his search was reaching its third hour with no sight of another animal, he heard a distant rustle, followed by a glimpse of brown moving through the forest. Following the animal, soon seen to be a deer, he nocked an arrow and released it with the hushed strum of a bowstring, and the creature was wounded, but not yet dead. Rushing forward, he quickly ended the deer's panicked struggles with a clean motion of his dagger, and set to producing a fire from the flint in his pack, careful to use only the driest woods to prevent detection from a column of smoke, which might emanate from a fire of green or moist branches. Some time later, with a fire crackling in the midst of a clearing and venison hung above it, he sat taking inventory of his posessions, which included a map, which did not include this region, and was devoid of any information as to his current location.