Arena

You step off of the path in persuit of the deer, following it's hoof prints through the dense layer of snow that overes the ground. The tracks appear to be relatively fresh. Your stomach actually rumbles a bit as you think of the venison ripping between your teeth.

Your size makes it nearly impossible for you to reamin silent, especially in an enviorenment where there are so many opportunities to make noise. It comes as no surprise to you that someone was able to locate you.

The wooden shaft of an arrow speeds towards you through the trees and grazes your left arm before landing into a nearby tree with a thud.