Raffey knew they were going to be making camp soon, as he steered his horse away, as had been common as of late. He'd not been very talkative to any of them, in his mornings for having lost Dibney. They'd been best friends since she was the size of his hand. He'd rescued her from a particularly hungry lizard, raised her, trained her. And now, she was gone. He'd welcomed the new mission, gave him something to focus on, to take his mind off of things, since he had no drink to dive into. He was used to going long bouts without wine or ale, but that was when his spirits were high. Now, he craved the sweet darkness the drink often brought about. His other vice though, held no interest with him currently. There were two voluptuous, beautiful women who seemed quite open to the idea of many lovers, much like himself, in this scouting party, but Raffey found nothing within him. Maybe when he was in better moods. 

Having broken away from the group, he'd made his way for one of the many woods, looking for something worth tracking. Once in the trees, he gently pulled on the reins and slower the horse to a halt, and tied her to a tree. His eyes scanned the wood, already looking for signs of anything. He saw barren berry bushes, having long since been picked clean by the many birds in the area. Moving along, he eventually came across what he'd hoped to find. In the dirt, he saw fresh, deep prints. Two elongated arrows over two points. Likely a type of deer. 

He drew one of his javelins, and slowly followed the tracks, eyes always scanning the wood before him. He stepped slow, watching his footing, rolling it from heel to ball so as to stay silent. He continued onward, until he could make out the sounds of a babbling brook, likely the very one that gave life to this copse. As he grew closer, he saw it. A young male [url=http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/ebonfort/images/6/62/Yale.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20160207222053]yale[/url], bending to drink from the brook. It was just out of throw's reach, and he slowly stepped closer and closer. The creature stiffened, head raising up, sensing something. It looked around, Raffey staying completely still. 

Seeing nothing, it went back to drinking, but was more alert, ears perked. Raffey took another step, and a leaf crunched beneath his boot. The yale heard it, and immediately took off away from the sound. Raffey stepped forward, arm pulled back, and then took a heavy step forward, twisting at the waist. He let loose the javelin, it sailing through the trees. But it passed just over the top of the deer, embedding in a tree. But Raffey didn't stop. He drew another javelin from his back as he ran forward, knowing he didn't have much time until the creature would be gone. It turned away from a particularly thick set of trees, running across Raffey's field of vision. Raffey turned off to the left, looking to intercept. He saw a large log ahead and knew what was about to happen. He stopped and planted himself, waiting a few long seconds, javelin readied. 

Then the yale jumped, looking to clear the log, but the javelin was already loosed. It flew threw the air, and struck the deer hard in the ribs, piercing through to the lungs, sending it off balance as it flailed to the ground. It was dead by the time Raffey reached it. He quickly retrieved both of his javelins, then picked up the heavy carcass. They'd eat well tonight. Draped over his shoulders, man and food making their way to the horse. He hung it over the front of the saddle, and rode back to camp.

Upon arriving, he strung the deer up in preparation for cleaning it, eyes looking around the camp, seeing those kvaren hard at work, the newly freed slaves milling in their own little groups, and him, all alone. He sliced from neck to tail, and began removing the organs, tossing them to the grass. He sighed loudly. With Dibney he was alive. Now he was just surviving. And it was all so... boring.