Fox's Glade every day, cry out for the pain

the deer tracks are many now, trampling snow and grasses under hoof; trails of stool left behind.

kivaluk sidesteps these trails, favoring deep untrodden snow. vain enough not to want to get stool stuck under or between his paws ( yuck! ).

wait! kivaluk calls out to her, body slinking low to peer past towering heather grasses as the bodies of the herd come into view.