Blacktail Deer Plateau And What You Lost

It was cloudy and gloomy out on this mid-spring afternoon. The sun barely peaked through a form of shadowy clouds hefty with the rains of spring time. The dreary atmosphere left Ayvo in a rather solitary mood. In all honesty he didn’t mind being alone. Being unaccompanied had its advantages: Figuring out conversation topics wasn’t necessary, politeness wasn’t required, and above all playing out the petty rank dominance was completely out of the picture.

The pastel pelted male chose to lie down upon the neatly pact dirt near his makeshift den. Fidgeting with some bones he gnawed on them softly to pass the time. His home was a simple hole in a dead tree coated in rabbit skin. It was soft and soon it would be compete after he gained more pelts of unsuspecting prey. A nice black tail deer would go nicely in his room. Maybe a little tattered keep out sign hanging from a thick branch upon the deceased tree. He would be the picture perfect cloistered teenager. His parents would be proud.