Sarahmier Sat hunched over in the tree with his eyes locked on the beautiful Buck grazing on on the forest floor. It wasn't that he liked to play with his food but he liked to observe it before pouncing or claiming the kill. His hair stood up on his back when he saw the arrow Peirce through the Buck. It tried to make a short gallop but the blow was critical and the proud animal fell. The man who shot the creature came running up with a grin on his face. Sarahmier lept from his branch into the next one. Jumping from tree to tree with grace landing on each branch with perfect balance. Sarahmeir made his way to a rough incline in the forest where a cave laid. He entered and was greeted by his brother and sister wolfs " I know, I'm sorry but a hunter took the buck. The forest is starting to run dry, maybe its time to migrate." He muttered as the wolfs surrounded him. He turned towards him " Don't worry I'm gonna go head out again, no ones going hungry.' The began to wag their tails and lick his hands. He started back out to hunt once more.
Sarahmier could understand the animals in the forest. Their was no clear language but he could feel what they where thinking. Not all animals but he had developed this with quite a few of them.