Blacktail Deer Plateau Gentle Games

Blue sighed happily, at his little press into her. He was such a loving boy. All her children were though, she liked to think that perhaps it was her own influence maybe?  Blue bounded after him, happy to lend swiftness to her feet. They made it to the meadow and she sniffed around quietly. Okay there maybe feathers, or pretty rocks, or flowers, or bugs. or even animal tails. Shall we search? She gently breathed out, looking about her.