He had pulled out his bow, needing the chance to use it rather than the revolver, which he was almost as proficient with as he had been with the M16. He shot seven times, missing twice, the fourth and last shot, the sixth shot merely wounding the animal enough that it crashed to the ground, letting Sapphire pounce on it. The other four shots had been clean heart shots, the animal bounding another step or two beyond where they had hit before they collapsed. He picked one deer for himself, and another for two for Meridia when she got there, so she wouldn't have to hunt immediately. He dressed his, tossing the less choice bits and what he couldn't eat in a pile toward Sapphire who hadn't had a real meal in a couple days. He enjoyed the meal and the quiet.