Blacktail Deer Plateau Cedar Waxwings in flight

She paused to sniff at the scent of a groundhog, one who likely lived on the banks leading down to the river. Not necessarily a concern to them, of course. They might have  to be more worried if a clan of beavers moved in and built a dam that could cause the rivers to swell and flood their plains. She didn't see any old stumps that showed sign of having been hacked down by beavers, but made a mental note to watch out for them. 

She flicked an ear toward her mother as she squatted, but she rose abruptly when she was asked a fairly personal question. "Children? Me? Mother, that is only months away, there is no way," She laughed, a bit shyly, shaking her head.