Qeya River envy

lestan nodded. "there's at least one with them. a late fawn or yearling. a bit thin." the aspiring naturalist dreaded what that meant: that the animal would not survive the winter.
it hurt his heart to consider, but maybe it would be best if natigvik took the creature before it began a slow starvation. "the bucks and stags will come down from the glacier to fight soon, and mate with the does. in early spring, they will drop new fawns and young ones like this will be chased out if they are male."
the hunter went on, looking toward the boy.