He hadn't had an early start so much as a late finish. It had taken a surprisingly long time for the latest doe to fall asleep after their exertions - it seemed that all she wanted to do was talk and talk and cuddle and talk. He'd had to wait until the sun was nearly risen to make sure she was soundly asleep so he could leave her, her wagging tongue, and whatever vague assurances he'd had to make to her behind him. He'd been walking since, and was just about ready for an early breakfast and some bloody rest.
A weary forage, however, didn't turn up anything too promising for the minimum effort he was willing to make - just a few slugs, though one of them was pretty big, nearing the 'giant' category. Might've actually been a young giant slug. He licked some of the slime off his lips, and bits from between his teeth, as the weak morning sunlight lanced through the trees and into his eyes. He stretched, sending a rippling wave of pinpoint reflections sparkling down his back.
