He reassured himself with the knowledge that surely the falcon would see their elusive prey soon and signal to the searching hunters which way to go. Yet, before the bird turned in the air in a direction that would have allowed it to see the deer, the buck, dying from the blood loss and exhaustion, stumbled forward, tipped at the edge of the river and fell into the water’s depths. The slow but strong current pulled his body under and carried it downstream, hidden from the view of the falcon.
Biro gasped and pulled himself up back into a sitting position, frustrated by the futile loss of a decent hunt. Annoyed that the strong stag’s death would not be honored or useful. He stood up, unconcerned with staying hidden, and called down to the hunters below, waving his arms to try to get their a
