Blacktail Deer Plateau It's alive with the beating of young hearts

Much like the rabbit on a hunt, there was always a fast step between the quarry and the hunter. Perhaps it was a test granted by Nature for her children, so see how well they had grown under her care. Or perhaps it was simply a game she wished to watch, conveying so subtly just how cruel the ethereal truly as in the end. The game escalated when the form of the female suddenly darted into the woodlands by the very tips of her paws, forgoing the heavy sprint for a more purposeful bound as the ice gave way to mounds of snow. She lept to one that was near, leaving hardly an imprint on its surface before pouncing to another continuing her trail. She would not turn to look behind, only proceed forward.