Bearclaw Valley and this is the day, i die for it

from her position in the snow she followed blondine's gaze, spying the soft-eyed creature that had caught blondine's attention. her fur was a dark buff, a contrast from the dull wintry lightness of the rest of the herd. she nodded in affirmation and snaked forward with careful steps. her ears were pulled flat the side of her skull and her amber eyes set intensely on the doe who was still oblivious to their approach.

cautious, slow steps brought her round the panning herd; it was a while before she settled into place. she had used the cover of fallen trees as camoflauge, but as she drew closer it would be hard to disguise the bright red of her body against the drab earth and ragged, filthy snow. she caught blondine's eye from across the woodlands, her breath baited.