Ouroboros Spine do your best or do your worst

oblivious to valiant's distaste for him, peregrine simply assumed this was merely a first-and-second-hunter-fun-bonding-day. while he wasn't much of the chatty type when it came to someone he did not find particularly appealing to his loins, he was content to at least make an attempt to cooperate.
well, he shrugs his shoulders as he glances down at the neat pair of hooftracks littering the ground, dragging a paw over one of them. it's their calving season, isn't it? same as ours. but they wander, admittedly, he knew little of their patterns and why they went where, but he was not about to admit this. they like to stay at low elevations when they have babies, i think, 'cause there's more grass. maybe that's what it is?
we could try to herd them, his brow furrows. but i don't know if we could convince them to live here, like, all the time. if there's anything i know about deer, it's that they kinda go where they want.