Stone Circle primal instinct

This is bleh but I tried! For @Shardul !

The meadow may have been a hotspot for grazing deer in the warm days, but it had grown colder. The cold lingered between the trees, and would reach out from beneath them as winter overwhelmed; soon enough the deer would be scarce. They would migrate to somewhere else for ease of living, and Micco, hungry as he was, would need to take whatever chance he could find before then. 

It just so happened that the puma was in luck - he had found a young mother, perhaps an entirely new mother, and a young thing that must have been born in the previous spring. Micco lurked along the stony edge of the meadow, keeping his body tight and compact against the loam, and ever so slowly crept closer. The younger deer was grazing on bits and pieces, scrounging for whatever could fit in their mouth, and they deviated from their mother - closer and closer to Micco with every heartbeat.