Whitebark Stream Doe, a deer

Barely, just barely, a smile cracked the corner of her lip. "It isn't for everyone. But I just can't help but get so...immersed in it." She admitted a little sheepishly. Going after prey was one thing, but studying them, knowing them, was an art in of itself. 

"I am. I wanted to keep busy...to clear my mind. It helps, I think..." Chai carefully picked her way through the snow, mindful not to allow her paws to crunch too loudly against the compacted substance, should the deer be spotted. Still, it paid to be quiet, for they had excellent hearing with those large ears of theirs. "I actually stumbled on this trail completely by accident. Must be a sign of good luck for the pack..." She mused aloud, keeping her voice hushed. She stopped. There to her right, laid the prints. Six sets in total, leading deeper into the trees.