Sun Mote Copse again, a place to fall

He was quick to nod. She's a kind woman. It was hard not to want to stay.

But as convincing as Waawaashkeshi was, it seemed to him that this woman too was cut from the very mold of what he knew a Summerwalker to be. She was surely destiny-bound to end up here in the copse.

The fawn, yes. He responded. Will you join me? It felt cruel to kill the child and leave the mother, but Sunchaser understood; with a small hunting part they could only kill one of the two, and while the mother would surely grieve the fawn would die without her nonetheless.

Or maybe he was looking too far into it. He could not know if deer felt things on the same level they did; it was the cruel cycle of life.