Stone Circle You wanna tell me what's goin' on in that freaky head of yours?

The big, furry fatties were formidabble beasts, making even daredevil Nunataq to stop in her attempt to get to them as close as possible. Their size was impressing and their calm, when two predators were around, was confusing and disconcerning. The mute girl had encountered deer of many kinds and sizes, most had been taller than her, but they had been shy creatures. Always tense, always on the lookout for danger, running from the slightest movement and noise. That's, what made them difficult to hunt. If scared, they were very fast runners.

This was an entirely different category of beasts. They did not fear her presence, they really did not care for the two adolescents watching them and Nunataq faced a question she asked herself only rarely - why was it so? Arlette said something, but did not sound too happy about the prospect of cutting the distance between them and the herd, and her friend, feeling protective and ever watchful of albino youth's discomfort, obeyed and returned to her, bumping her nose against her shoulder and looking her briefly in the eyes, as if telling her not to worry. They did not have to do anything Arlette did not wish to be engaged in.