I was walking carefully through the woods surrounding Clint's house, my current form was a big, bulky ten point white-tail buck.

Clint wanted to take his son, Cooper, hunting when the season started, so they were practicing their skills with me.

I walked into a small clearing, listening intently to any noise. All I heard were birds.

I saw a plate of lettuce Clint had used to 'bait' me since I refused to eat the raw, hard corn.

I made my way slowly over to the plate and started munching.

I kept listening carefully, it was silent for a few moments before I heard distant whispering.

It could easily be mistaken for wind by a normal deer though, I looked up and towards the blind Cooper and Clint were in though.

The noise fell silent.

I stared for a few moments, then went back to the lettuce. I heard a faint click, I lifted my head to stare again.

I did that for a few moments before going back to my lettuce.

A loud noise came from the direction Clint and Cooper were in, a sharp pain connected with the muscle just behind my shoulder.

I recoiled before running to the trees, picking a more comfortable looking area to fall.

I sniffed at the paint that now stained my fur, I didn't think paintballs hurt that much. I was wrong.

I could hear Clint and Cooper in the distance, "When you hit a deer, they're probably not going to care about the destruction they leave behind. Which is a pretty easy thing to follow," I could hear Clint say as their steps got closer.

"Usually, there'll be a bloodtrail, but we shot Radley with a paintball. So we get to follow his path of destruction," I heard Clint say before the two appeared in my view.

"You hit him right where you were supposed to," Clint told Cooper, who was smiling at his father's praise.

I stood up, "It doesn't hurt to bad does it Rad?"

I shifted back into my human form, rolling my shoulderblade with a wince. "There will be big bruise, but no real damage," I told him.

My shirt had a big red splotch from the paintball.

"You guys ready to head back to the house?" Clint asked, taking the bulky looking paintball gun from Cooper, who nodded.

"The four-wheeler should be where we left it, unless someone moved it again," Clint gave me a look.

"That was one time Clint, let it go," I told him as we all started walking to the blind, where he'd parked said machine.

"Still, I needed it and you put it in a tree," he complained.

I rolled my eyes.

Cooper was smiling slightly at the memory.

I shifted into a horse as we got to the four-wheeler.

"I guess you're running again?" Clint asked as he pulled himself onto the big machine, Cooper followed.

I nodded my head, I hated how loud it was. I flattened my ears as he started it, causing the machine to quite literally roar to life.

As Clint reversed out of his spot to get to the trail, I started galloping down it.

The sound of the fourwheeler soon grew distant as the wind roared in my ears, it didn't take long for the house to come into view.