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Spring had arrived with a surge of warmth and growth. Even this far north, the freeze of winter had not been able to settle its cold grasp as deep as it had in previous years. Evidence was ample everywhere he looked. Between every massive redwood trunk, he saw shoots sprouting through the last sheet of frost and the buds of berries poking out through new leaves. Not only did the fauna have something to celebrate, so did the animals as well. The multiple sets of tracks winding through the forest toward a wide clearing was evidence that they were not shy to show their faces. Hunger rumbled in their bellies and the sweet scent of fresh grass and new blossoming flowers was too much to ignore.

These notes of life is what brought Wilder out north of Dreamer's Col and Mile-High Woods. The denser trunks of the redwoods provided more safety from predators and the elements. With his nose nearly to the ground and bright eyes following the tracks before him, he knew he was closer to the clearing where he could hear the sounds of whitetail deer mingling. Their teeth rip at the grass, their hooves thudding against the mushy ground, and even the bugle of a few bucks challenging each other to who would breed with which doe that season.

As he draws nearer to the clearing, Wilder settles off toward the side of the game trail to watch. Tucking his earthy toned body against some brush and a wide tree, he takes his time to examine their behavior. The group of deer was rather large, larger than he expected. Any sudden movement or sound on his part would have them stampeding away faster than he could catch them. For now, he utilized his patience to pick out which ones might be sick or too old to keep up.

WILDER