GhostBrumby

Curling spires of fog drifted around the lower reaches of the young stag's legs as he moved through the swamp, filth seeping into the crest of fur on the backs without much notice. He walked in circles without noticing, pacing and waiting.He was hunting for owls again.From where Kaddik stood, inbetween two trees that were attempting to strangle each other with growth, he could already picture in his vivid imagination what his father's expression would be if he came back early enough to see him. That's why he was waiting, out in the further reaches of the territory until it was too late for the stag(who he could tell was becoming elderly) t...