Arrow Lake you're getting warmer

It was beautiful. 

They had gathered with one another as a family group, no doubt. Males (although few in count) stood valiantly, as if proud of their familial roles as protectors. The females and their young grazed almost silently, save for the playful calls from one fawn to another. But just as quickly as these lovely thoughts had arisen, they fell apart and Ynes fell into hunter mode. 

The doe, back there, she whispered, using her chin to motion in her relative direction, She looks weak. She was without child, unlike most of the others, which most likely meant that hers had not survived. It was a harsh thought that made Ynes's stomach turn, but she knew that it was all a part of nature's cycle. A shitty part, but a necessary one, nonetheless.