Gyrfalcon's Keep Pronghorn

❝beautiful catch,❞ she admired audibly, looming from a short distance away.

the yearling had caught her eye from a distance as she'd been tending the herbs nearby the lakeside. this is what most days consisted of, and the expecting mother was careful not to strain herself. dreven was as nuturing as she'd expect, soft and kind to her; he was sure to see her well fed. neatly stacked a distance away was borage she had collected to support her as the time grew near.

❝need any help?❞ atka's chin was tilted upwards as she gestured to the pelt.