Kayla
I immediately began tracking the stag, following the trail that had started with those droppings.
It wasn’t long before I found something else—a tree with its bark scraped on one side. Chunks of bark were scattered around, sitting on top of the snow.
It was snowing a little right now, just a dusting, but since the bark was sitting on top with no snow covering it I knew that the damage was very recent. The stag must have been rubbing his antlers against the tree not long ago. Ten minutes ago, at the most.
I moved quickly, my eyes scanning the trees for any sign of movement. And then I saw it—the stag, its white coat gleaming in the sunlight, its antlers broad and strong. It was beautiful, more beautiful than I had imagined.
And no one else was around. Just me. I
