Once every now and then a great Leader is born. One to hold all together, One to keep the Gods pleased, One to make the sacrifices that are needed. But, as this stag rounded the mountain, his outline the only thing that distinguished what he was from the rest of the animals and objects in the night, he was not the One. This stag was merely just another stag trying to find his right place in this crazy place we call a home. But did that stop him from going on and claiming this as his rightful domain? No, if you said no...you are correct.

The sun peeked over the hills to the east, chasing away it's brother the moon, breaking the vicious and sometimes deadly darkness of night. The stag, was now seen as a Bighorn, a creamy grey-brown that faded to a pearly white rump. Though small he seemed big, just the way he moved made him seem as if he ruled the world, like some huge monster. His head moved to the right as his lanterns scanned what would soon be his home. Where he would raise his first family as his own. His crescent dipped lowering his head with the mighty horns to the ground, his dagger digging at the earth. Letting a call escape from his maw he claimed the land as his own...it wasn't a small land...and it wasn't a big land...it was a just right land.