Blacktail Deer Plateau slay the flesh that is not human

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delighted that finn would accompany him, lasher set for them a brisk pace through the forest, scenting the air often for deer. he knew of their resident herd; it had grown in the months past. perhaps a half-grown fawn would provide for him the velveteen skin he wished. it was the fetal deer that provided the softest pelts, but the beta doubted that a pregnant doe could be found so soon into the season, and unguarded by a jealous stag.

presently, he happened upon a little rise, and, mounting it, dropped to ecru belly to track the movement of a tiny herd; buck, two does, and a yearling. his eyes moved to finn then, wondering what the young man made of it.