[he's watching carefully and still somehow malia's dash is unexpected, like a crash in the quiet of night. the deer dart away, except for the one which he's hoping to take home. malia chases her zipping here and there to encourage the doe to head right in his direction.
mick takes a deep breath as he raises the spear and lobs it with the sort of form to be expected by someone who doesn't usually throw things or hunt. still, the spear manages to graze the top of the deer's shoulder before landing in the dirt beyond.]
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mick takes a deep breath as he raises the spear and lobs it with the sort of form to be expected by someone who doesn't usually throw things or hunt. still, the spear manages to graze the top of the deer's shoulder before landing in the dirt beyond.]