Khaz had found the small herd of deer grazing in their usual spot. At first he tried walking straight among them, seeing if they could see him, sense his presence. They had been fine, ignoring him completley. But at this point, Khaz had felt that deer were often undettered by a wolf walking among them when they could sense that it simply wanted safe passage. They guraded their older deer, and protected their children, but a deer could sense when a wolf aimed to make them prey, and took off. Khaz walked amidst them, unharmed, but as he had not expected, the deer bolted when he snapped at the the leg of a lame one. Khaz gave chase, still amazed at the whole situation. The deer's runnign apttern was obscure. They ran as if they were being chased by a curse, rather than a flesh and blood hunter. They did not scatter when he lunged, but still they ran. It was as if they didn't know he was actually there, but still were scared into running. Khaz couldn't make sense of it.

Eventually, he grew tired of the run, and spilt off the lame one he had snapped at from the herd. He went by regular hunting tactics, but with his presence only being felt not seen, it was hard, and he had to physiclly nidge the animal for it to be scared anough to run in the direction Khaz urged it to.

He chased it now as it twisted and turned through the trees, panic taking it now, and preventing it from doing the logical thing and heading back to the herd. Khaz saw it was beggingin to get shaky on the leg that was lame. Now was a good time to move in for the kill. He increased his speed and leapt at the back of the deer. He found that all his injuries had healed perfectly withing minutes of taking out the itmes which had caused them. His major wounds from the pit ha healed before he had discovered he was dead, he had just not noticed. And his shoulder, the most painful of his injures, had healed up upon pulling out the stake. All he had now, was a scar and a memory. He was beginning to feel a few releases from life, and feel some benefits and pleasures of not being tied to a body. As he flew through the eair, time seeming to move in slow motion, he relaxed his attatchment on existance, and let himself seem to float. He liked this feeling. He landed on the back of the deer, but his fall didn't stop. A tight, tingling feeling ran through his legs and flowed up. Khaz gave a gasp of astonishement, and then he was running again. But fear fueled his movements, his joins felt stiff and unfamiliar, his mouth has a sickly sweet taste in it, but interestingly of all- HE HAD A BODY!

But it wasn't his! He had little control of it! And as he let out a howl of confusion, all he heard was a deer bellow. He was the deer.