Blacktail Deer Plateau woe betide this springtime eden

for @Amber <3

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two does, a half-grown fawn, and a buck passed beyond lasher where he sat crouched in the underbrush, breath shallow with the desire to remain unseen. the man had been tallying the numbers of the larger prey-beasts still left to them in their woodlands; soon they would depart, and snows would lap at the bared earth.

thirst gripped him suddenly; rising from his hidingplace, lasher trekked to the stream still edged in ice from the cold air of early morning. the frigid draughts brought clarity to his mind, though ever so pensively, the man peered into the shallows, wondering once more the question that now gnawed at him from time to time with bitter insistence.