You and Tom are running the horses when the two of you surprise rutting deer. You chase the doe and Tom chases the buck. Its a furiously balls to leather ride through thick woods. You lose site of Tom and so are out of hearing range as well. You pause to let the horse rest in a clearing. You have a powerful feeling of menace. Like the forest itself it fixing to pounce. Beer sounds like the right treatment for paranoia. You make a mental note to get drunk when the hunt is finished. As if you weren't going to get drunk anyway...