Duskfire Glacier greed

lestan looked between the buck and an older cow. they appeared to be related, sharing the same pale muzzle. "fascinating," he muttered to himself, half-forgetting the cautious white wolf was close. 
that was until she caught his eye. lestan smiled at her. "look," he said next, toward a pair of young deer. not fawns, but born late.
"it's a family herd," he marveled. maybe they all were. maybe deer were like them in that regard, denning and eating and living with their loved ones. and he was only just noticing!