Jade Fern Grove Stay Gold

Avoid deer? Curious words they had here, perhaps curious diets, too. “No taste for them?” She asked Reverie with a click of teeth. Her jowls were already heavy with slaver at the thought of a proper meal. There was a briskness to her step as she trodded alongside her companion, dropping her nose to the earth to sift through an abundance of scents. Her steel eyes would stray to Reverie as they worked. It simply felt right to share the hunt with another. And with her golden coat glinting in the dappled sun, it was hard to look away, anyways.

The air was growing thick with mist as the heat of the day steamed off snow into the pewter light of dusk. When at last they’d converged onto a trail, she’d fix Reverie with a low yet equally eager whine.

Deer.