Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180515143122/@comment-26383377-20180702135503

Throgar raised his head and sniffed the air. He turned his head, and walked down a small path between treees, tracking broken bushes and hoof prints on the soil...

He spotted it, an elk, sipping water from a nearby pond. He crouched down low, holding his axe. He brought the axe back, priming the throw. He stood very, very still...

A perfect target...