Blacktail Deer Plateau does a match box?

his mouth quirked as he looked the thing over. nope, not a monster; just the same rotund, quilled thing that had gotten his friend so many seasons ago. grayday cautioned him to stay back, and he stopped, surveying the thing with narrowed eyes--which soon shifted to grayday, looking for further instruction.

"i'm used to chasing things and catching them," he said sardonically. "what's your plan? scare it? distract it?"

the dark bristling thing was staring at them, too, still as though made of stone. it seemed so innocuous, from this distance, but anecdotal evidence and, well, common sense suggested otherwise. even as a prey animal, there wasn't much meat to the thing. not worth pursuing.