The air was cold that night, and Deor was laying near the edge of the river, awaiting his death. There was not much to do for him, for he endured some hard times in the hands of his own kin. They beat him halfway to death, and left him to be eaten by bears or wolves.
He was not moving and was barely breathing. Some of his ribs were crushed, and the grass near his laying half naked body was covered in his blood. Life was fading out for Deorgast.
