Redtail Rise twisted up by knaves

the days were growing wet and warm.  spring was in full force, with wildlife returning by the day.  in the morning he had stocked the caches with small game, poached from the stretch of thin deciduous trees that bedded the ridge.  afternoon found him restless, so he moved east, towards the plain.

deer had begun to gather by the stream that cut through the territory.  he was lucky to find himself on the same side.  he crunched his body down to hide behind a gentle hill and observed them in silence as the wind passed through.