Blacktail Deer Plateau changing the shape

the sun rises over the horizon, clearly visible upon the plateau. kaevo lies on her belly beside a large tree, front paws crossed and muzzle resting over one of her long, dark legs.  she blinks slowly as the light of day grows stronger, the sun's rays reaching towards her and bothering her eyes. she has gone through the night sleepless, her thoughts once again troubling her. she ponders her parents, and oh, how she misses her mother. her dam was a hard woman, just as fierce as her coal-furred daughter, if not more so. kaevo's stomach twists in anger and sadness. her mother had insisted that kaevo was outcast for her own good, to teach her a lesson, but what woman would do such a thing to her child? nearly a year later, kaevo finds herself to be just as troubled as she had been in her adolescent days. her mother does not love her... it is impossible.

with a sigh she lifts her narrow head and her orange eyes stare blankly, tiredly. she rises to her feet and pads along in the snow, her limbs aching from hours of uselessness. she decides to hunt once again, knowing that it is the only thing that will do her any good. she has never been a fan of work, and it is strange to her that hunting for the strangers of morningside soothes and comforts her more than anything else ever has. she morphs into the huntress that she is becoming and stalks through the plateau, alert to the sounds and smells of prey animals