Whitebark Stream Rushing Waters

Spring took a step back as the deer dropped dead to the ground.  As she watched the life fade from the creature’s eyes, she almost felt bad that she had taken the remaining bits of life that the deer had once held.  How strange it would be to be taking a peaceful drink at the stream and then about five minutes later end up dead?  She did her best to push those thoughts away, knowing that they would only hold her down.  Although in her head she silently thought, thank you for the energy and life that you feed us.

She smiled brightly at her friend, hiding the slightly depressed thoughts away.  “Yes!  That was excellent.  We really need to get out and do this more often.”  The brown furred female yipped in a excited sounding tone.  Why should she feel bad anyways?  What was done was done, it was simply the circle of life.