Runaway

The smells of pine and nature filled my nostrils, reminding me of the forest scent that wafted through the air. I hid beneath a row of bushes, my uncle Benjamin beside me, a rifle in hand. He was practically hidden, with his green and brown shirt, along with his leaf coloured plants. I will never get why he doesn't wear camouflage.

"Hey Lucy," he whispered. He glanced towards me and pointed forwards, which practically forced my eyes to look in that direction. "You see that buck over there?"

Tucked behind long strings of grass, was a large buck, his yellow-white antlers touching the ground as he reached for his food. I spotted a few scars running down his neck, as if a wolf's teeth had torn through his soft flesh, but it hadn't torn too much for it to kill the buck, which earned the hound-like creature a hoof to face.

I nodded. "Yeah, I do," I muttered, looking back at him. "Are you going to bring it back to Dad and Mom, or save it for yourself?"