Nova Peak I wanna take you for granted

*steals*

lestan was here, investigating the traipse of their favoured mule-deer herd. blueberry appeared to be the lead doe, supported by her son and her sisters. they were a strong lot, and had become quite accquainted with the gamekeeper as he followed them to and fro through their range.
lestan was looking for the weakened young deer. he felt that it was necessary to prune them now, especially to feed their guests, but also because starvation was a horrid end.
so focused upon his counting and detailwork that he did not see the new hunter; lestan frisked down a slope and toward blueberry, who lowered her head with a warning rumble.