Phoenix Maplewood i reckon not, ms grimshaw

colt raced along with her. he nipped gun's flank and then pressed into place alongside her. his scarlet eyes scanned the herd.
"yearlin' over there, looks like coyotes tried t'take him." he motioned to a young animal at the center of the herd, which moved well enough but bore fresh bitemarks in one haunch.
that one could probably still flee. he hmmed and looked harder. "old doe there, lyin' down." and her back was to them.