Wapun Meadow Safety in an Open Mind

Fox relaxed besides her, listening closely and engaging in conversation. She commented on the methodology of maintaining their herds and not culling the entire generation. It was a tactful observation about the art of hunting, and a sentiment Tuwawi also believed in; yet the experienced hunter was prepared to explain her previous statement. "Even the old or sick can be quite a challenge to dispatch," she started, "but an unattended fawn is much easier to catch. You see, the most attentive and protective mothers will watch their young closely... and it will be near impossible to come close. Their hooves are sharper than a lion's talon. We remove the weak, regardless of age. The strongest, most able bodied fawns will be sure to evade our teeth. I guarantee it." Her words were confident as she spoke, a seasoned sportswoman of three years. Besides, the supple flesh of a newborn was much more delectable than the sinewy flesh of an aged elder... but Tuwawi omitted personal taste from their discussion.

"Perhaps we can organize a hunt soon," she suggested offhandedly as her tail curled round her haunch, wanton gaze returning to the distant four-legged beasts. She remembered how Haunter and herself had made an excellent team, two skilled gamekeepers with a penchant for the chase. Surely there were others who shared their prowess in Swiftcurrent. Her mind then turned to young Bones, a peppered youth with zeal to spare. "Bones has never hunted in a group before," Tuwawi added, ruminating on a thought, "It would be a good lesson for her." It was always important to instruct the young on the ways of their breed, however the relaxed ember did not mull over this topic for long. She pondered exactly why Fox had joined her so far from Swiftcurrent's heart. Yet she kept these thoughts to herself for the time being, too placid to inject such a dramatic change mid-conversation.