Blacktail Deer Plateau no, but a tin can

Grayday looked up when his ears detected motion from another direction. He stopped short when Sunny arrived on the scene and promptly tore a chunk of fur away from the ewe. "Great!" called Grayday, dancing over to where Sunny stood and tugging playfully at his prize. "I've been after them all morning, and all I have to show for it is a chunk about twice that size."

He tipped his head back the way he'd come, where a wadded up pile of wool was nestled against the base of a tree. His eyesight was getting worse, and it made precision hunting like this a bit harder than it had been in his youth. "I'm trying to get enough to keep Lavender warm at night, but I'm starting to think that this isn't the way to go."