Less Work For More Food

Fern waits for Basilisk to begin the chase, her gray body coiling in preparation for the run to come. When the huge pup leaps out with a growl, Fern rushes out of her own spot, giving a shape bark to spilt the deer up. Pale paws thunder along the ground as she moves to separate three deer from the rest and send them charging along the path the wolves have chosen for them. The pair work together and soon three deer and two wolves are charging toward the waiting trap. Fern adjusts her speed to help keep the deer in line, falling back to snap at heels as needed or speeding up to hem them in.

The trees that stand guard at the gap appear and the gray girl slows, offering a few more snarls and a vicious snap at a leg to send the trio over the wall. The trap works perfectly as the second of the three lands on the sticks. It all happens so fast, the sound of snapping sticks; the rope is pulled tight around the back hoof of the deer; the sound of bones snapping as the deer’s leg as it is pulled back hard. Fern pulls to a stop near the wall, looking to Basilisk and saying, “End it quickly. The animal is hurt and we want to be humane. Give the deer a quick, painless death.” She watches the huge pup, offering instructions if he needs them.


"Fern Lark" | "Puff"