Blacktail Deer Plateau Tennessee

She laughed as the child bore into her, small yet sharp milk teeth trying to be as fierce as possible. She wanted play, and she gave her play as her instincts told her to. Gentle, yet teaching. Strong, yet persevering.

She ignored her distractions, and decided to accept her offer bowing into the ground and gently letting her at her paws. Between her legs. “You are fierce!” She said, rather impressed by the young lady. “Strong as your mother, fierce as your father.” She didn’t mind the milk teeth, it was a thick patch of fur and she was used to small sharp objects when she raised her feathered companion. Where was he? She wondered for a brief moment and then forgot it. Returning to the task at hand, play. Simply, play.

She enjoyed this, she wondered if she would ever have pups…. Could she even?