Verdant Basin Living your life cutthroat.

Making reference to her deafness, but I can take it out if its too much PP!

He had been sleeping in the forest south of here, lingering, trying to figure out where he should head next in his search for his next adventure. When the boy had started out that morning he had a keen interest to find is thing he'd heard about — "The ocean," one of his pals had called it — but Ambrose didn't know where to look exactly. He headed north just because it seemed like the natural progression of things, and soon the forest petered out around him and he was left looking at a green horizon. The landscape that spread before him was undulating and bright with life. As he went along he found signs of other animal life — deer scat, mostly.

It had been a while since he'd eaten anything bigger than a vole or a squirrel, and he was mightily hungry. There wasn't much chance he could take one out by his lonesome, but he was a bit of a dreamer — so he took to watching them and investigating, seeing how close he could get before one of the bucks took notice. Maybe he could cause a stampede and pick off one of the fawns? He spotted a few older ruminats among them, and they glanced his way, but Ambrose was hardly a threat. 

As he got closer he noticed a wolf scent on the wind, and was veering off in the direction it was going, his interest in the deer adjusting to this new pursuit. As he came upon a canine figure he called out behind them, Hey! You hungry too? But when he didn't get any sort of response he was a bit perplexed, and his pace dropped off a bit.