Oddr had been traipsing through these woods in pursuit of prey for sometime today. Oddr found two things about hunting prey animals however. The first, they're boring to hunt. Second, they run away when you try to hunt them with nothing but your sword.
So here he was, looking for wolves to tackle, they always put up a good fight, and their organs made for good rituals, and their meat would feed his banquet well tonight.
Up ahead he saw a deer in a clearing, possibly a stag, he was tempted to take it down, but he hadn't brought his bow. He decided to continuing walking towards it anyway, it'd run after he got to o close and making too many turns in a forest was never a good idea.
As he walked closer to the deer he could of sworn he saw a red fox in the bushes near by. Might make for a nice fur, but foxes were more likely to run then put up a good fight. No, Oddr was set to find a nice wolf, perhaps if he got lucky he'd be able to find a bear, that'd impress the--
Before he could finish his thought, he had the strangest feeling their was something warm trickling down his side, he inclined his head to look. There he saw an arrow shaft, embedded in his side.
"Oh."
And he collapsed.