The next morning after Goat soaked her supplies, Cerriel had to replace them. She wandered the woods of the Trollshaws as she searched for berries, hares or anything worth to eat. Most trips, she had enough supplies to make for the entire time but now, she really needed something. As Goat grazed, the former sailor went out.
Luckily for her, she did not need to trap anything like a badger. The last time was a disaster and she could not afford to get hurt. As she went deeper into the forest, it became darker and harder to see what she could try to track.
Then something in the woods snapped. Cerriel whirled around with her crossbow in hand. It was only an owl watching her from above. It called out in mockery of her hunting.
“Stupid Goat and his stupid jumping…” she muttered as she continued.
She hiked some more. The sun was beginning to reach the top of the surrounding hills as the light started to aid her.
Another crunch sounded in the woods again. Cerriel again, whirled around with her crossbow. A large deer with antlers stood, staring at her. She froze up slightly as it pawed the ground. The former sailor turned on her heels, completely forgetting about her crossbow as the deer started to chase her. A log tripped her. As she went down, the deer stopped shaking his head. She reached for her dropped crossbow as well as the bolt that came off.
More crashing sounds filled the forest as Goat came running in, lowering his head and hitting the deer. Now with the chance to settle down from being chased, Cerriel placed her face down in the fallen leaves. She hated hunting.
