Smol-Daemon

Matthew had just finished killing his final buck of the day. He sighed deeply and wiped the sweat off his forehead. Hunting was one of the most relaxing hobbies he’s ever had and it was well worth it. He liked hunting and found the whole hobby relaxing, just him and the woods. Because of the overpopulation of deer this season, putting them out of their misery was a necessary evil if it meant they didn’t die from starvation when winter came. But now it was time for the next step. He took them back to his cabin and started the process of skinning them, gutting them, and packaging their meat. This wasn’t just for him, it was for everyone. Kaya, Francis, Alban, Einar, Gaul, and Germania loved their yearly venison and it usually lasted them all winter. Because it was gone so fast, he killed ten bucks instead of eight and they were large and fat but worth it. Soon he had ten deer hides, a bunch of deer antlers and hooves, and piles of dear bones. He was going to drive up that weekend to give