the hunter's home

an arrow wizzes through the air, striking a buck in the side of it's head, it falls liflessly to the ground, marcus walks up to it, saying a small prayer, he begins to cleans the deer of it's meat, burrying the rest, "lets go home," he says to liska, she barks happily, most of the meat would be smoked and stored away for later, and some would be used in a stew for tonight's dinner, they walks to the edge of the forest, a good sized pond, shielded on two sides by cliffs and the other two sides by the forest, there was a great old, gnarled willow tree at the edge of the pond, it's long branches dipping into the water, there was ivy creeping down from the top of the cliffs, to a simple passerby it would look like a beautiful, but normal cliff face, but if one wear to take a closer look they would see that the ivy covered up a cave entrance, marcus went into the cave as liska layed in the shade of the willow, the inside of the cave was simple, yet comfy, at the back there was a smoke shack where the meat would be smoked, he starts a light fire, and hands the meat on the rack, he closes the shack door, stepping over the fur bed and heading out side he lights a fire under a pot, as the fire blazes he fills the pot with water, adding cut up pieces of meat and vegies he lets it simmer, the smell of the stew, drifting through the forest, and the sound of a reed flute being played hangs in the air