Stone Circle Counting the numbers

Maintaining the numbers? How was he supposed to do that? He couldn't exactly just drop another deer or bison in the heard. Take away sure, but he was almost positive that's not what his mom meant here. The woodland boy needed no invitation, gladly following along. It wouldn't take long for them to approach the heard, his mother dropping down to the ground leading him to follow. It was moments like now that he was thankful to have a pelt that blended with the forest like Valette. He had never been small, but any other color and he'd truly stick out like a sore thumb.

Careful about shimmying forward, West laid flat against the ground as he also scanned over the heard. The boy couldn't think of a moment where he was ever this close without hunting. It amazed him that they were even able to get here without startling the group. It was then that Valette mentioned pregnant, but she explained before he had to ask. His head tilted picking out one doe in particular who seemed round. Maybe that's what she meant? He motioned with his muzzle to the female closer to the center, Like that one? Wait why did Clay thing he was pregnant? He wasn't fat, was he?