Merevaika slowed Eryunt to a walking pace, guiding him carefully along the trail of worn out grass. She didn't want to risk Eryunt stepping on a snake in the long tall grass around them. The risk of becoming poisoned or lame was too high, especially for him. She wouldn't want to risk her strider.
The sound of the grass rustling around them, and the crunch of the dry leaves under her horse were too loud. Any animal would hear them coming.
Merevaika hopped off his back, pulling her bow down with her. "Stay here," she whispered to him, stroking the braids she had so messily tied in his mane that morning. He whinnied, very softly, in response, and lowered his head to graze. Merevaika slowly strided in the direction she had been heading, careful not to make too much noise. She spotted hoof prints, and the ocassional deer droppings, still fresh, but she needed more practise in following them. At the moment, she was just wandering randomly, hoping that the prints led her in the right direction.
Thankfully, they did. There were three deer: a mother, her child, and a father-like figure. Merevaika dropped to all fours, crawling along the floor. She took care to watch out for other animals in the long grass, but there were none. Once she had decided she was far enough not to be noticed, but close enough to be able to reach, she pulled her bow and an arrow forward, nocking the bow. She felt a sharp pain on the back of her hand - a rash. She cursed, and quickly found the guilty plant: a stinging nettle. There was a cure, wasn't there? Merevaika racked her brain, trying to remember. Dock leaves! That was it. Merevaika knew they grew near nettle plants, and they supposedly helped against the rash. Grabbing a handful of what she thought were dock leaves, she crushed them into a small ball, rubbing the spot where she had been stung. It helped a little.
Ignoring the rest of the pain, Merevaika carefully aimed at the nearest deer. It was doe, not too young, not too old. Pulling the arrow back, she let go, sending the arrow flying. In the last second, the doe jumped, and the arrow caught it in te hind leg. It gave out q noise of shock, and limped away, slower than a normal deer yet too fast to chase on foot.
"Eryunt!" Merevaika called, racing towards him. She pulled herself up, and pushed him to a gallop, heading towards the injured doe. Holding onot her horse tightly with her legs, she readied her bow. The shaking made it incredibly hard to aim, but somehow, she managed to hit its neck. Eryunt slowed when the deer fell, allowing Merevaika to jump of. Hitting the deer with another arrow to ensure it was dead, she came closer. It was a fine catch - good enough to last her a week or two. She gathered her arrows and lifted the deer, struggling a little under its weight. She slung it over Eryunt's back, and climbed on herself, before slowly leading him back towards Endrykas, and her tent.