Blacktail Deer Plateau The day is getting nearer

"Yes it is the milk for the babies. They'll be here in mere days. How are you today Pura?"

Pura stared unabashedly at Blue's dribbling undercarriage. Winter's plumage allowed her a modicum of modesty, but he could see flashes of taut, pink skin and heavy teats. And the smell. The boy flared his nostrils, drawing in great gulps of the sweet, buttery scent. He wondered what the babies would smell like. This was the Plateau's first litter since the first four, and Pura had not seen a child from his current vantage point. Hard-wired instinct told him one certaint hing about the impending birth, but an overwhelming curiosity about the little lives inside Blue stayed its murderous hand.

"Where do they come out?" he asked, stepping over his kill to look at his aunt's dark sides. No doors there.