If Silas was going to move, he had to do it fast. Never had he expected something like this to happen while on a hunt. He'd been awake and out since the break of dawn, wanting to get a good run down on some critters and whatnot to take back to the guild so he could use the afternoon for exploration. But after a wolf had stolen the hare he had been tracking, Silas decided to follow it and wait for the right moment to stick an arrow in its head, for 'revenge'. Little did he know, following the wolf would not get him his revenge. It'd get him in a more dangerous situation... The buck rushed towards Silas, flesh, fur, and blood still hanging from his antlers with an intent to kill. Silas snapped out of his puzzled state and sprang to the side of the path, landing with an "OOMF!" in, unfortunately, a thorn bush. Ignoring the scratches all over his face and other exposed skin, he quickly stood to pinpoint the buck, panting in bewilderment, but before he could fully gather himself the buck was charging once again. One second too late, Silas dove out of the way again and felt impact on his calf before crashing into the dirt and brush once again. He clenched his teeth tightly and grabbed for the muscle; it felt wet and it hurt, but he didn't have time to examine it, and forced himself to stand, and quickly. The adrenaline rush allowed for him to ignore the pain for now and take off running as fast as he could, hearing the buck one hundred meters behind him, sprinting after him. Dammit, if only I had brought my spear! He dashed along and secretly hoped the buck would give up the chase, but oddly enough, he had not. Silas knew the only way he could avoid being impaled was to get to higher ground... but where the hell was that? There were no boulders to climb, and a tree would take too long. But upon seeing a somewhat large pond, without hesitation, he turned and headed for it. This will slow him down for sure! Silas leaped into the water and swiftly forced his way into the water at waist-height, and grabbed his bow that was strapped to his back. As soon as he cocked an arrow back, he saw the buck hurtling down the slope towards him. "Just a little closer..." he whispered shakily, sweating... and BAM! The arrow soared through the air and smacked the buck in the chest, causing the animal to 'scream'... but to Silas's demise, it didn't fall, and kept running. He cocked another arrow back shakily, but managed to hit the buck right between the eyes, and it crashed into the shallow part of the water. Still, and dead. Silas shook his head and panted, sweat seeping into his eyes, burning them. He waded through the water towards the shore to investigate the buck and touched his bloody antlers, pulling his hand away. Blood, bits of flesh, and black fur stuck to his fingertips. "What the hell..?" He actually had time to think, now. The wolf that had stolen his hare was slain by a lone buck, who came charging out of nowhere... then Silas managed to become a target, just by staring in horror. It just didn't make any sense. He checked his calf for any serious injuries, but fortunately for him, the buck only managed to nick him. It'd leave a nasty bruise and would be sore for a few days, but it was only a flesh wound. He sighed in relief, for he wasn't in any mood to be a one-legged hunter for the rest of his life. After he retrieved his arrows and gathered his thoughts, he limped all the way back to the guild camp. Upon arrival, he was instantly greeted by another member of the camp, a blonde girl with a big scar across her face, "Mr. Hot Shot finally failed at a hunt. I thought I'd never see the day!" Silas brushed passed her and shook his head, "You don't even know, Macha.." She followed him and thoroughly examined his features, noticing scratches and dirt and sweat... even spots of blood, all over his face and neck. "What the hell happened out there?" They arrived at one of the tents, and Silas through his supplies carelessly inside, taking his coat off with a sigh. He turned to the girl with wide eyes, "This ass of a wolf stole the hare I was tracking, so I decided to follow it. Y'know, for revenge, and sell it's pelt for some septims? And you know what I find?" "What?" "This giant buck, killing it. Used its antlers like a bunch of swords or somethin'. The wolf was dead, and next thing I know, it's coming after me. I honestly feared for my life for a second," he pointed to the tear in his pantleg, revealing his wounded calf, "and he got me pretty good. I had to take shelter in a pond to avoid becoming mincemeat." Silas let out a sigh before plopping down into the tent and reaching for his pack, perhaps to wrap his leg. He glanced up to see one of the guys of the guild walking by, rather aimlessly. What was his name again... Alec Han? "Hey, newbie!" he shouted with authority while simultaneously treating his muscle. "Check the snares, will you? For initiation purposes.." Before Silas allowed the new guy to answer, he had finished wrapping his calf and had already laid back to take a much needed nap. Spoiler (Move your mouse to the spoiler area to reveal the content) Enya's stomach gurgled with each step her wolf paws took, hanging her head lower to the ground in exhaustion and defeat. She hadn't seen another city, town, or village in days, and was growing weaker by the hour. She was starving. Rabbits, squirrels, rats, hares, and almost every other small critter was practically mocking her; they would run across her path, stop and stare, then run off again. Because somehow, they knew she wasn't going to hunt them and snap their necks with her sharp teeth and strong jaws. She really wanted to. But she didn't know how. A low growl rumbled in her throat. What's the point of being in your wolf form for months on end if you can't even hunt and take care of yourself? Stealing chickens and bread from nearby villages wasn't enough. And it lacked the thrill that made Enya even want to hide in her wolf body for so long. Switching to her human form meant she could find help more easily with the other humans, but it only made her slower, and her muscles grew weary quicker. No no, she had to keep going. There had to be some source of food soon. If only my deadbeat parents taught me how to catch something... her thoughts echoed; she shook her mane. No use in crying about the past now. It had been a good five or so years since she had fled her village, and it was far too late to turn back now. Yet, it was the only thing she had left to think about, besides food. ...and speaking of food, a rabbit hopped around a few lopes ahead, paying no attention to the weak she-wolf behind it. Enya kept walking along, but grew interested in the piece of meat just ahead. Her blue eyes fixated and focused, thinking of her own clumsy plan of how she was going to retrieve it. The more she thought, the more her mouth watered and her taste buds tingled; her muscles tensed, and a new feeling of energy rushed through her legs. Almost immediately did her pace quicken as hunger overcame her, and once the rabbit sensed this, Enya was on a wild goose chase with her prey--except the goose was a rabbit. They weaved through trees, ran across stone bridges, spooked birds and other critters.. while the rabbit was fast, Enya was still faster. Just as she was about to take the final plunge and claim this unlucky Lagomorpha as her own, she failed to hear the water of the small stream just ahead... and tripped, scratching her nose on the rocks while letting out a yelp in surprise. The rabbit was out of sight as the she-wolf lay in the water, defeated once again, stomach snarling in anger. Alas, she forced herself up once again, limbs shaky from being overworked. Her head was lowered close to the water, lapping up the cold fluid to cool herself before making her way up the slope once again to continue her journey. She'd either die out here, or she'd find a village to seek shelter in. Maybe spend a few days in her human form so she could work a bit for a few septims... maybe she could stop running and make a life for herself. After a while of more walking, more thinking, a strong scent floated through the air and clung to her nostrils. That of a dead rabbit. The first thing that popped into her mind was that another wolf or hunter had gotten to the rabbit she was chasing, but no. Maybe she didn't know how to hunt, but she could still tell the difference between a fresh kill and a kill that's been dead for a short while. This scent was the latter, and she quickly followed it. There was hope, so she thought. The scent grew stronger by the minute, and after a time, she finally found the source of the blood-smell. She halted; a dead hare lay before her, untouched by human hands or other paws such as a bear or another wolf. It was hers for the taking, and take it she would. She approached it without taking cautionary measures, for her hunger was too fierce to allow her to notice a well-camouflaged wire ridden with barbs hanging from a branch down towards the hare. Enya got close enough to wear she could grab the carcass, and started eating away. The more bites she took, the more aggressive and quicker she started to gulp the flesh and fur down. As she was nearly finished, she felt pressure being applied to her neck, and yanked her head to rid herself of the feeling. Bad. Idea. The noose tightened around her neck and the she-wolf panicked immediately, throwing herself around, kicking up grass and dirt with her paws. The barbs dug into her thick fur and scratched at her throat, stinging the top of the flesh; the feeling made her realize she needed to calm down or she'd have her throat slit for sure. Switching to her human form was not an option. The only thing stopping the barbs from ripping through her flesh was the thick fur of her wolf form; if she switched now, she'd bleed out, as the skin around a human neck was just that. Skin. Nothing to protect it. But if she couldn't slip out that way, how in the HELL was she supposed to escape without being skinned by a hunter in the next few hours--or minutes?