Blacktail Deer Plateau the witching hour

he laughed as finley spoke, enjoying her expansive humour, and together they crossed the borders into the flatlands closest to the plateau. here he lifted his muzzle to scent the air; rabbits had turned themselves out in full force, and his keen gaze caught sight of their hopping dances presently. but he wished for something more substantial, and so he pressed onward.

what do you hunger for? he asked of his pretty companion, turning his gentle gaze upon her at length to gauge the lines of her face, as well as her response.