Whispering Hills Tribe
Storm clouds are quickly forming and the day begins turning dark in an instant. Paul is running aimlessly into the nearby woods behind the ruins of his house. Spider lightning invades the sky producing powerful thunder. Panicked, he runs as fast as he can trying to keep up with the rangale of deer ahead. Determined to catch his prey he forgets about the excessive lightning and he increases his speed. The path is filled with fallen tree limbs and brush debris. Two of the three deer veer off while one deer remains on the path heading toward the upcoming brook and hops across to head up the hill. Paul jumps over the brook and climbs up the hill focused intently on catching up and overtaking the deer. The rain is pouring and the path is becoming more and more slippery. While climbing the hill slowed him down, he quickly begins to catch up to the deer after reaching the level ground. He stays focused and gains speed and reaches into his pocket for his hunting knife. He’s fiercely catching up to his target. He reaches forward just about to touch his prey then suddenly trips on a bridged tree root on the ground and falls. He looks up so as not to lose sight of the deer but it’s rapidly escaping him. He hears the loud thunderclap and pulls his body under a canopy of brush and foliage. He drops his head onto his extended arm and stabs the earth with his hunting knife while lying defeated in the mud.
