Deep in the forest, a hunter, named James was following bloody tracks of a moose. He remember of how he first caught a glimpse of this magnificent animal, and how he tracked the beast for hours to catch it by surprise and finish it very quickly. It did not happen quick, as the wind blew to the animal's side, thus carrying the hunter's scent, thus noticing and trying to flee. While the beast could not evade the arrow, that James fired as it tried to escape, the elk still managed to run for hours, thus leaving a trail for the hunter... 
Now James finally saw the injured beast, that was weakened by the blood loss, but was still going. James aimed his bow at the beast and released another arrow, hearing as it moaned and fell down to the ground, soaking the snow with it's blood, and still being alive and aware. The beast was panickly panting, though unable to escape or defend itself. James looked at it's fearful eyes, drawing his knife, and slicing it's throat.

After this bloody deed, he knew that he would not be able to carry this thing on his back, and just how he did with any heavy animals in his past, he made a makeshift sled to place the corpse on it, and then pull... Hopefully, he won't encounter any predators, as while this hunter is strong and rather agile, he was now starting to tire, and the bulk of furs that he was wearing would obstruct any dexterous movement he'd attempt...

After some time, he was finally here. James noticed smokes going from the camp, and finally came there, pulling his cargo to the food stores and then simply going to the bonfire to sit and rest...