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

Someone sunk into the snow close by, and Dawn twisted to catch sight of Pema. Her question struck her as a little odd; did the woman check up on them often? She did herself, but she hadn't figured Pema would be interested in them too. "lethargic" she said carefully, though the deer seemed to care little about their presence, if they hadn't completely missed them. "perhaps they are, after their rut."

She paused a moment, then zeroed in on the lead buck, gaze fastened on its antlers.  "do you think something's off with it's antler? the left one."  In fact, it was skewed at the slightest angle, already weakening after the rut, perhaps to fall in the coming weeks, if not days. Dawn, having never lived through a winter, had yet to learn about the falling of their antlers.