Blacktail Deer Plateau From walking home and talking loads.

the unsteady earth beneath her paws began stirrings of unease that would not rest, and yet she could not bring herself to abandon the planned hunt so easily. and so, as had the many days before, this one had her roaming outside of whitefish river, eager to find the herd whose behavior had become so sporadic as of late. 

it isn't deer she finds, but a stranger—his is the type of face that while on initial glance appears entirely foreign, tugs at some chord of familiarity she can not place. it's this that had her hesitate a moment before nearing, chuffing a sift greeting as she makes her gradual approach, not entirely willing to interrupt the man's thoughts.