Bramblepoint Don't play with your food

The deer seemed oblivious to her presence, either that or he was strangely unfazed by it. Unhurriedly, the creature turned from the apples and began to poke and prod his way around the berry bushes nearby as Lyra watched with interest. Oh, to be as witless and content as a mule deer, happily munching his way through life without a care in the world. Unfortunately for one of his family members, that idyllic life would soon be cut short.

Quietly, the female stalked forward a few steps to close the distance between herself and her target, before she broke into a sprint towards him with a sharp bark. Her aim was to startle the deer, to get him spooked and hopefully rushing back to the safety of the herd Lyra assumed was grazing nearby –– from there, she could pick out a weaker mark.