Blacktail Deer Plateau Where only brush and Briar grow

Awesome sauce

She smiled at his laughter, but continued on her journey. Weaving in and out of pockets of plantlife. Nose still to the ground. Eyes searching. Gazing. Needing.

She gave a haughty sniff. I assure you were something to happen or I was accosted in some way. That I would be much more loud and verbal in my displeasure and distaste. I would also take chunks with me.

She snorted again. Silly boy. She would never allow anyone or anything to harm her with out voicing her very clear, very loud annoyance at such a thing.

Fever few. I only have a few more days left in this moon cycle and then it will be gone. And I won't be able to hunt it for two seasons again. It will be useful come winter.