Wapun Meadow Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

Nunataq had been on her way to Easthollow to call @Arlette out for a play, when fresh footprints and a trail of scent and deer-droppings caught her attention and postponed her initial plan until later. It had been a while, since she had had deer for lunch, her winter diet consisting of old meat she scavenged from caches or the rodents she managed to catch (and occasional dead bird, who had succumbed to the perils of winter), she gave into the temptation just to take a look at the herd.

The almost-yearling had hardly any illusions about hunting solo beasts that were way larger than her and the two previous attempts by two different adults to teach her the art of taking these beasts down with speed and iron-wrought tactics had been unsuccessful. Nevertheless, when the mute girl took notice of the herd, she drew closer and closer, until she came to a halt few strides away from the nearest doe and lied down on the ground to blend with the surroundings (how successful that might be) and keep an eye on the prey.

The feast was out of her reach, but she could still daydream about the juicy and fresh steaks put on display.