Blacktail Deer Plateau get it together and bring it back to me

Her heart now in her throat, Harps looked around as if hoping someone might appear to help. But she stood alone on the plain below the plateau and the sounds were growing worse. Nervously licking her chops, the yearling took a few tentative steps forward. Once she began moving, she didn’t stop, her paws soon delivering her nearer to the territory’s base, where she caught sight of the skirmish.

She smelled blood as the two bodies crashed together, then sprang apart. Harps didn’t know either one of them, so she couldn’t guess if they were part of the pack. Perhaps this was a fight over food? Or maybe it was a rank challenge? Maybe one of the two was an intruder? She didn’t have a clue, though some instinct compelled her to yip several times, a distress call meant to summon the attention of the plateau’s residents.

Meanwhile, she lingered but did not make any move to join in the fight. Harps didn’t want to interfere, not without knowing what was going on in the first place. And she also didn’t fancy getting hurt or killed, of course. She could stand her own in a scrap, though this looked like serious combat.