Sun Mote Copse paradise

After tracking for some time they found a small group of deer at last. Eljay was relieved -- he always was these days when they found food, because it'd been so scarce for some time -- and he licked his lips as he observed. Unfortunately he couldn't really see any fawns and he couldn't see any that immediately looked weak. It was just a few of them, but they could make this work, he felt.

Niamh looked at him just as he looked at her, hoping to figure out her thoughts. After a short silence Eljay awkwardly and quietly, so the deer wouldn't hear him, said, I don't see any limping or weak... It was good in some way, he supposed, but also narrowed their chances. Should we try for the small one? A yearling, he guessed, and therefore it would likely be weaker and less alert than the older does.