"My typical game is luxere." He responded, adjusting his parka some as they walked. The hunter stopped for a second, turning towards Deimos. "There are a few more deer type creatures that you can get once and a while, but luxere seems to be the most bountiful." Bountiful, in relation to this place, at least. That word might not be something that everyone would choose to use, though. "I've been tracking a small herd for a few weeks, now. I think we might pop up on some of them around this bend," He gestured to their left, where a patch of snow-blown ice curled around a rather large rock formation. They were downwind of the creatures, who Noah hoped were soaking up the last bits of sun just on the other side of the rocks.
been crushed by its weight
there's no stronger message
than dirt in your face