Sun Mote Copse paradise

While Eljay didn't say it, she knew what he was thinking- or at least, she thought she knew. She felt confident she couldn't lost Phox too simply because she felt that it would be cruel for life to take two mates from her, in consecutive years. It wasn't necessarily a rational argument, and she should\ve known better than to put her faith in such a belief- but at least she'd made her mind up that that was how things were going to be- and as long as she didn't speak her ridiculous beliefs out loud, she wouldn't ever fear that she might be wrong. 

She was glad that he didn't ask, then, or comment- and instead turned their attention back to the hunt. She stepped toward him, and glanced over his shoulder where the guard hairs lined his spine in the Blackthorn dorsal stripe. She frowned softly. Her kids likely wouldn't have that marking this year; they wouldn't be Blackthorns by blood, and that silly little thought made her sad. She'd thought Bronco and Nellie's dorsal stripes had been adorable. She shook her head and inhaled, focusing, now. "Mmhmm," She said, licking her lips. "Ugh, how great would deer taste right now?" She asked rhetorically. "C'mon. Lessee what kind of herd we're dealing with," She said, lowering her head, and beginning to follow her nose, hoping to track down the herd, wondering to herself how many does and bucks there might be.