Shy Deer Steppes that the wind came out of the cloud by night

and so he had left, and with him the hope of something more. she wondered, sometimes, if he would return, but since the girl, she had not seen, nor scented the brute. Vengeance was one who could not easily be killed, and she doubted that this be the case. she could hold out the mildest hope, the thought, that he might return, but she would hardly count on it. couldn't. no longer would she let the actions of other affect her life as they always had. 

the wind buffeted her fur, the clouds above streaming by. it wasn't particularly overcast, but darker clouds lay on the horizon, and she knew that sleeping in the open tonight was a bad idea. this was a dry place, and a warm place, but the temperature had steadily dropped throughout the day. still, she was in no mood nor rush to move from her seat, recently gorged upon some hapless hare, and if nothing else, content, at this moment. stretched out, sphinx-like, atop her sun-warmed boulder, she stared into the verdant forest in the distance, mind turning aimlessly. and she was, at least for now, once again aimless.