It's gotten colder. The snow is falling faster. Ice covered the trees and leaves. I grip my rifle. Perfect hunting season. The deer will be slower in the snow and easier to see. Brown things kind of stand out in the white snow.

I promised Antony I'd be home for his sister's arrival. He's picking her up and the airport. I suppose I should try to wrap up this hunt. Just one deer. One deer if I find it. My Shadow has been tracking them. I know where they'd should be. 

I do love the hunt. Hunting deer. Something so beautiful and innocent, as I once was. Innocence makes you weak. Deer are weak. Innocents is just another word for weakness. I always love the feeling that I'm in control. Hunting deer makes me feel strong. I hear a branch break.

I turn and start walking to that sound. I can see their tracks imprinted in the snow. Yes... there should be some over the hill. I load my rifle make it ready to fire. I breathe in the cold snowy air.

"The Hunt is on." I mutter.