The snow was falling slowly on the stag who opened the eyes, frozen, totally lost. He tried to move, but he was unable to. He tried to remember, why he was here? All around him was only white, white and darkness. It was by night, but the snow managed to keep a dull light, even if the moon was hidden behind the clouds. He blinked, trying to move, blocked in his moves by something. It was so… Disturbing? He didn’t knew yet. The time for him to totally wake up, he spotted the track of his body falling down a hill. Ho yes, he remembered now. He had fall after the loss of his rack. Maybe he had break something, and would die here, without help, in the cold snow.
But… He wasn’t lying down. He realised quickly he was standing, just unable to move. What was that! He forced, tried to rear, moving frantically until manage to move at least a leg, in a terrifying loud crack. What happened! His heart was racing in his chest, proving he was still alive. He refused to ab