Blacktail Deer Plateau pull me out of the wake [m]

To her explanation, he nodded. "So I've heard." Dante had eluded to some of their troubles, but it had mostly been over the coyotes and their caches. The episode where a wolf had actually tried to infiltrate the Plateau was another matter altogether, but also fell under his consideration. Winter caused them to do strange things and no doubt the mildness of the present one had invoked even more bizarre encounters.

But the topic was left to drop and dissolve as Saena's attentions were brought to the deer. His bet that she knew the terrain was right and the descriptions that she provided him began to string together into many ideas. "Which way has less trees?" he opted to ask, not entirely outruling her up or down thought. He wouldn't have minded chasing them across the slope, but balked at the idea if only for the fact that he didn't know the terrain well enough not to go tripping and stumbling about. Any sudden dip or rise was liable to ruin his pace.

"If we can push them to more open ground, we'd probably get the advantage. The mother deer will want to protect her fawn. She'll probably send it into hiding if she thinks we're getting too close." And he didn't particular care which animal they took down. Even if the doe went into hiding and left her fawn alone, eventually the wolves of the plateau would dispatch of it. A fawn would not survive long on its own.