Dragoncrest Cliffs footwork

The Beryl's gaze remained fixed on the half a dozen deer milling in the open space beyond the screen of brush. Haunt watched Chacal watch them for a few beats before turning her own head to peer at the deer now as familiar to her as her own pack mates. Her yellow eyes quickly sought the stag with the missing piece of antler, then the two pregnant does.

"Wonder how long it takes?" Haunt wondered aloud, her voice low. Her eyes flicked to Chacal's face again. "For the babies to... form, or whatever." Was it a matter of weeks? Months? Years? Did it vary by species? Did deer have litters, like wolves, or birth singly? Haunt had so many questions.

Only after a brief, considering pause did Haunt think of how that comment might sound. "I know how mating works, how it leads to pregnancy and offspring. But I guess I only know the basics, nothing specific. How about you?" she mused to her companion.