One step.
And another.
Ragar was cautious and the men followed him just the same, silent and making certain to look at his every move so they would repeat it for themselves, not wanting to disturb their target. They would not want to miss the mythical beast a few meters away from them since it is the largest, the greatest gift they could ever receive from the gods. It was a magnificent lion with skin glowing from the characters written on its skin against the morning light.
He could not take his eyes off of it and as if he was enchanted by its presence, he could not will himself to move his bow and arrow and immediately strike. He was taking his time to appreciate its beauty. Though it is not the same thing with the men with him. They may not be making any move but it is not out of fasc
