The forest, for the moment, is calm and freezing. The bright orange sun gently caresses the horizon. The air is crisp and the wind blows gently. Fresh morning dew slowly seeps into the soft earth. The smell of crumpled leaves permeates the air. The birds calmly rise from their nests. A flap of wings, a quick shake and off we go. Tweeting harmoniously, the early risers launch their beautiful melodies into the chilly morning breeze. Squirrels run from tree to tree looking for acorns for the next winter season. The scene was painted; the legendary hunt has now begun. Eventually, Everest, the fourteen-point alpha, awakens. Looking like a grizzled veteran, it's clear he's seen many winters. Its newly shed rack makes its appearance more and more stunning. Nothing can shake this sturdy buck. He trots here and there showing off his shiny beige coat. Everest's muscles are well defined; they take shape at the slightest movement. He, the guardian of the forest, stands majestic, calm and regal. With nothing but a keen sense of smell and instinct, he traverses his domain. Not far from the forest, the hunter and his bow come to life. The tree is ancient and the stand is sturdy. By spending the night in the tree, the hunter hopes to catch his prey by surprise. The night was long and arctic. The hunter is wearing his usual hunting gear; long wool socks, brown all-terrain boots, loose camouflage pants; his jacket, also camouflage, is lined with orange highlighter stripes. Finally he puts on his lucky brown winter hat. The Hunter becomes agitated again. His eyelashes begin to flutter slowly. He strokes his face to ward off the annoying insects that dance on his face. Readjusting his place he dreamily wishes for a few more minutes of rest....... in the center of the paper... in position now. The hunter silently abandons his grunting and picks up his bow. Everest stops. Quickly, he nocks the bow, it's the perfect shot and he can't miss it again. The Hunter takes a deep breath and lets the air out gently. He takes aim and unloads. HIT! The arrow pierces both his lungs and exits his body. An excruciating pain rains down on the Alfa. Stunned, he leaps towards the end of the clearing. Everest is vanishing; Its snout thumps against the dark brown earth. The freezing air whips at the Hunter as he runs towards the edge of the clearing. He finally reaches Everest; as he kneels his blue eyes shine. Excitement radiates through his body. He runs his hand down the Alpah's muscular figure. It stops; look Everest in the eye. A tear runs down her rosy cheeks. Everest, the king of the forest, is dead.