Iris & Darren

The sinuous stag stood motionless. Sensing a presence in the trees, he sought confirmation. Soft grass, moist mountain air, spindly trees with snow-flecked leaves. Nothing seemed amiss. Yet he knew.

Darren snorted in disgust as the perfect white deer bounded deeper into the forests of the Amor Mountains. What gave him away? His hunting partner had suggested dressing like the forest rather than using a masking spell. Some superstition about animals sensing mage magic or whatever. Didn’t matter the method, he just had to bring something back. Even a snow rabbit would prove him right.