deer in the headlights

Kiela

Kiela hadn't been this close to a herd in awhile. Though she tended to follow caribou, as was her family's reason for existence, it wasn't like they spent a lot of time discerning the two - and even if some did, elk were no less sacred to the Jarvela. This one group in particular had piqued her interest for a few weeks now and she'd embarked back east to follow their trail. One set of hoofprints stood out to her among the rest, larger than she'd expect after such an unforgiving winter and spring season. Had the herds of northern Boreas fared much better than she'd anticipated?

Perhaps her attention would've been on her surroundings if she hadn't finally caught up to the herd. It was by all accounts a lovely evening - the sun was setting and casting a deep orange huge across the sky, signalling a night sky free of clouds and instead filled with brilliant stars. The land itself wasn't all that different than most of the northern tundra - save for the massive structure nearby whose former use was lost to her.

Instead she zeroed in on one of the herd that definitely stuck out like a sore thumb… at least to Kiela, who knew deer practically as well as she knew her own species. It was hard to tell immediately why he struck her as different but after a long moment of observation she noticed his antlers, which were considerably more developed than.. well, the antlers of any elk she'd ever seen, even the oldest. Quiet as always, she lurked in the shadow and watched from a safe distance, thankful for the shadows cast by the setting sun to partially obscure her from their sight - or so she hoped. Most elk were not terribly receptive to the presence of wolves, and though lone wolves posed no threat to them they hadn't quite learned to coexist with her kind as the deer in her homeland eventually had.

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