"Ah... that was a good meal..." Eiro muttered to himself as he sat down right in front of the half-eaten wolf-corpse, ready to return to his purely meditative state. However, it seemed like there was someone who thought that this wasn't a particularly good idea.
Lugo tried to force Eiro to stand up by scooping him up with his antlers, trying to get him to walk forward. But once more, Eiro just let everything happen to him, following the Stag's instructions as if they were the only thing that he really could do, as if he didn't have anything like a choice at all.
At some point, the Demon fell forward onto the ground and hit his head on a rock. The thing that really jolted him awake after that was just the fact that he couldn't breath with his face buried inside of all the snow.
