I shift my body silently into better cover in the trees as the deer I am tracking glances around before dipping its head to lap up water. Tightening my grip on the spear I jump from the bushes and let the spear fly. It pierces the hide covering the throat, exactly where I had been aiming, and blood spurts along the wooden shaft. The deer falters and falls forward into the stream and I bound towards it. My hands haul the doe onto dry land and I prepare to slit her throat. I pause and mutter a quick thanks to the mother of earth for allowing one of her own to be taken so I could survive. Reaching again for my dagger I was frozen by an odd purple light swirling around me and then I felt an odd tugging in my stomach. I soared up above the terrain I had grown up in and the I heard a loud pooping noise and my vision faded to black.