Blacktail Deer Plateau river monsters

Grayday stumbled toward the pond, his nose twitching idly at the scent of raccoon. The larger ones could make good meals, but with their recent successes at hunting deer, the leader had no interest in smaller prey animals. At least, not unless they were turkey. Thus, he walked right past where the other creature had been having her dinner, her grey coat blending her easily into the ground in this light - to him, at least.

The male stopped at the pond's edge for a drink, his mind already on other things. Although they had enough food to last them, for the moment, he was still worried about the coming winter. He was still worried about trespassers. He was still worried about Dawn, who'd left to see her brother some days before.

It seemed that, no matter how far you got in life, things would never just be 'easy'.