Blacktail Deer Plateau they've been going in and out of style

She'd been watching the deer since early morning, motionless a short distance from the conifer stand, Head settled on the snow before her. She'd come to learn the snow had somewhat of an insulating effect, and thus the couple centimetres on her coat didn't both her in the slightest. She was rather comfortable, actually, and this allowed her to watch the deer for longer. 

The rut seemed to be over, that period when the clack of antlers could be heard over the plateau and the bucks seemed charged. A few days ago, she'd seen a late doe being mated by a buck, and came to understand the general specifics of sex. Upon further inspection, the doe's had smelled a little odd, and thus she came to the assumption that surely they were pregnant, now. This specific group contained an ageing male and three of his does, all in seemingly good health. They seemed concentrated on finding wood, ripping at any greenery poking up from beneath the snow, or scratching it the barks of trees. Their movements were slow, sluggish, and she wondered if the cold had them acting less alert.