Bearclaw Valley and this is the day, i die for it

indra sucked in her breath, lying flat on the ground as she waited for blondine's command. the deer moved about quietly, unaware of their presence. she tracked the darkest doe's movements with a careful and hungry stare, inching forward ever so slowly. the deer were yet to discover their presence and she was close enough she could see the dark lining of their liquid eyes and the dense tufts of fur that spilled out of their soft, palm-shaped ears.

the doe they were interested suddenly stood upright, placing a slender hoof into the ground in a stomp. the rest of the herd raised their head collectively, ears swiveling as their large eyes broadly surveyed the vicinity for the cause of alarm. with a snort, the doe trounced off, her bright tail flashed behind in warning -- all around indra, the deer clattered -- flying through the trees in rapid bounds.