A slow and steady breath curled into the crisp cold air of the morning. The tundra was silent and still as slow breaths continued to escape from the nose of a very still wood elf, his bow waiting to be drawn as he lined up his shot, he had been stalking this dear for three hours and when he got the kill he was going to take it back to the halls of Jorrvaskr and feed his brothers and sisters. He slowly breathed in one last time and drew back his bow before slowly releasing the breath and letting the arrow fly, Thump! came the sound of an arrow striking its target exactly where he had aimed, this sound was followed by another and another and then the sound of a deer dropping to the frozen ground. Typhon moved quickly and was on top of the animal...as he had thought the first arrow had killed the beast. Next Typhon went through the process of cleaning the kill and cutting up the meat and packing it up. He then made his way back into Whiterun and up the stairs to the halls of the companions, he opened the front door right as a bottle shattered onto the ground, a young but spry voice echoed through the halls, "How about a juicy slab of steak to cure that hangover?"