Blacktail Deer Plateau Here we go again

Meadow had taken more to the borders here than anywhere else in her life—not because she excelled at it, but it seemed a promising thing to do, particularly with her mate off, scouting for them.

But oh, she missed him! Used to being abandoned—used to being left behind, or having to start again—she shouldn’t have pined the way she did. But because she knew it was not him leaving her, but him searching for their next chapter, she worried for him. She worried for him, and yet she was so anxious to start their new chapter together...

So when she saw that familiar large form surging up the slopes of the plateau, she let out a squeal of joy—rushing forward, ready to throw herself in his arms before her eye caught the hobble of a limp.

As quick as she could, she skid to a stop infront of him, almost bumping into him, though a moody frown crossed over her features. “You’re hurt?” She demanded, already skirting around to inspect his ankle. “How did you get hurt?”