Red hoped for the best. The deer, at the last possible moment, escaped the death blow and moved calmly to another spot for grazing, but it had hit its hind legs, it lept up, it's front legs flailing then crumpled down. Red, sorry for the gory leg and suffering of the deer, took a knife and sliced it open.
The deer twitched and stopped moving after a minute or two. Red hoisted it up, grunting at the weight of the female, and imagining the weight of a male. She retrieved her arrow from its leg and began to carry it. She carefully trudged through the forest weeds in order to find a camp. She heard foot steps.
Ducking behind a tree, she left her braid caught on something, wrenching it free took a while, but a bit too long, the thing on the other side might have seen a flash of red before they passed. She cussed softly under her breath
"I've got a pocket full of poetry, got a head full of songs, a heart with wings. You couldn't tie me down to anything, and that's enough for me." -Pocket Full of Poetry
5000th post 8/3/13