(miniflash story)

The sun rose over the peaks, silver flowing down the slopes.The deer stood motionless, eyes scanning the horizon. Ears captured whispers, nostrils absorbed scents, legs sensed the trembling earth. He was part of the mountains, the mountains were part of him.
A human climbed the path, a shot shattered the silence. The deer leaped forward, the deer flew downward, the deer merged with the mist.
The hunter searched for prey, the hunter lost hope, the hunter saw only tracks.
The mountains concealed the secret, the mountains reclaimed their son, the mountains preserved life.
The sun hid behind the peaks, shadows growing along the slopes.