Blacktail Deer Plateau evolution of consciousness

If Peregrine was looking for flowery description of them, he'd come to the wrong place. However, if Fox had the mental capacity and creativity, she might have described them as rippling with every step. They had tough, leathery skins that looked constantly wet. And their beady, spherical eyes were black and eerie. Not to mention their cute little whiskers and the way they lacked legs, but made up for it with one large flipper in the back, and two little flippers in the front. Odd looking things, they were!

“It’s worth a shot,” Fox replied, stretching her front legs out and yawning wide. “With you, me, and maybe two others, I think that would be a decent show. Maybe take one of the younglings, too.” They would need to cooperate with the rest of the pack sooner rather than later. Watching the hunt was one of the best ways to teach them, and it was how Fox had learned.