Ouroboros Spine Where Dreams Went to Die

*draws from her own hunting experience* haha

The deer's activity was concentrated, owing to the relative smallness of the island, which had made the brown bear's work quicker and easier. In more sprawling habitat it could take hours for him to untangle their weave of trails and find their beds and feeding areas, but here, they had been laid before him. That they were an unpressured population contributed to the ease of tracking them, for they were more secure in their movements and did not put so much effort into concealing them. That would surely change, once the wolves of the Spine placed them on the menu.

"There is both fresh and old scent, track, and scat." He reported. This was an indicator of repeated use, that the deer returned to this area time and time again. "As for size, I can tell only that there are adults and fawns, and that both bucks and does are present." The specifics of their exact size he did not know. Larger tracks tended to speak to the bigger bodied bucks (though this was not entirely reliable) and the smallest of tracks to the fawns (more so reliable). But there was also a more subtle difference between bucks and does. The hind track of a doe was inclined to fall outside her front track, for does had wider hips, while bucks were known to drag their toes, creating small drag marks flowing in direction they travelled.

"They don't just pass through here," he said, about to summarize what his findings meant, though his packmates may have been able to draw the same conclusion from what he shared. "They are living here. The island sustains them."