The buck's nose twitched as he rose from his feeding to investigate his surroundings. Something had alerted him, but his white tail stayed down. Not yet enough danger to warn the herd, he thought. His thoughts were proved wrong when the arrow passed through its skull. Etar flicked his head upward in a sharp movement and sniffed, and the pair were off back towards the camp. --- "A fine kill, son of Kotar. A fine kill. By the looks of it, they all died within seconds of each other. Even more impressive." And then they were gone; replaced by an agonized scream and a wall of flame.