Hunting [garri]

James lowered his bow as he glanced at the imprints in the soft earth of the forest floor. The deer he was tracking had been through here, and the tracks looked pretty fresh. He glanced around the forest, no sign of it, just a couple of squirrels in the trees, a few birds tweeting and gliding through the air. The sun was out and the sticky heat of summer was in the air. After a moment's consideration he put the jacket he still wore in his pack, the weather was too hot for that. Then, pulling an arrow from his quiver, he followed the trail the tracks made