Blacktail Deer Plateau reporting the patterns row by line

He went silent as he thought about this home spirit, wondering just what it was that made the Plateau distinctly a home. He wondered what it was that had brought the wolves to claim it in the first place and knew well enough that it was not Dante who founded it. He presumed that it was the wolves before him, perhaps even Osprey, who had been apart of that. As his silence drew out longer, he began to form ideas and opinions of just what that spirit embodied.

"I think it's like the deer that roam this place," he decided at last. "That's where the name comes from, isn't it? The black-tailed deer," he queried with a cant of his head. "It's something I've only seen around these parts anyway." At least in that region, that much he could say. He knew the deer existed elsewhere, but it was something concrete to go by. His attempt at imagination was finding something symbolic and the deer seemed like the perfect thing to go with.