Wapun Meadow Sweet Melody

It took only three of our men, my father and I included, to take down the chief caribou, he stated, somewhat matter-of-factly, though far from bragging. He remembered the feast they'd had that night. Though the meal did not go without its gratitude, instead proving as the leverage a young caribou would need to assume guardianship of the herd. A deer is much smaller. And with winter coming, it may be weak. The man trotted along after the scent, eyes focused, scanning.

It only took a few moments for him to find the prey: three females, sectioned off into a smaller group for the fall. He slowed, watching them, carefully. One appeared to have a limp, and Frederick took notice. There was no time for being weak out in the wild, as anything could be used against you. In a hushed whisper, he spoke: You see the one limping? He said. That is our lunch. So, forwards he stalked, trying to get as close as possible before making chase.