Ouroboros Spine sunrise, tomorrow

The deer were where they should be, finally. Valiant could see them from his perch atop a rocky hill. He stood there for a long moment to admire them, tail whisking slowly at his hocks. He reveled in the feeling of a job well done, and in the satisfaction he knew would come when he returned to his girls having accomplished something that day.

But he didn't go just yet. He watched the herd graze, wondering, idly, what it was like to be a deer.