“It’s a strange creature.” Heddwyn muttered, as his eyes looked to the night sky. “It defies all expectations, it seems.”

Were their minds playing tricks on them? 

It was a question that Heddwyn asked himself as he tried to keep at attention, the creature skulking in the shadows of the forest. He wondered when it would cut its games, but he knew that these sort of mind games were sensible. If it had a human intelligence it would know it outnumbered and want to keep its targets exhausted should they choose to pursue it. His eyes had caught its visage from the woods and while it sent a chill down his spine it also confounded a cleric’s curiosity. He was in disbelief that a stag was the creature that had imposed itself upon Fero for all these years, but here it was, being just that. Either that or it was a trick of the mind. A trick that had fooled the entire group.

“Don’t exhaust yourself. Panic results in foolish impulses. This animal is a predator, not prey.”