Shadewood when the last tree has fallen

Huh. Phex had never thought of it like that before. The woman was right, she supposed. 
The deer ate the grass and that made the deer bigger, wolves ate the deer and they got bigger. Smart.
"I suppose so," she murmured, shifting her butt quietly. 
They seemed to move often, always looking for new patches to eat. The skewbald had seen them eating bark, too, in the winter. 
Vegetarians, eh.

"Of course we're connected. If the deer weren't here we wouldn't," she gave the pale Empress a smile, "if the trees weren't here, the deer wouldn't. It's like a web, a network. We rely on them and they rely on us." Phex blinked, peering over the grass. She wondered how many there were. The herd was a good size, perhaps twenty adults. "We should have a pack hunt soon, but I'm afraid most of us women are carrying." She chuckled softly like a creek over stones. She could probably still hunt but Gwen couldn't.