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through meandering path of black flying free in the air, cajoling together, on the snow where its paws had been. the quail was indubitable.
grains of soil and white snow, fully chirruping. The covey of quails flew out The grey wolf walked slowly onward, Observing the quails, the hawk
aware of the famished wolf behind. of its sight, and suddenly the deer facing the deer with a feeling of victory. realized that it was not the desire for
Footprints marked the trail taken by the experienced a sense of yearning with It halted some twenty feet away food that would account for its
deer. Soon, the thick mass of black equanimity. from its prey. The snow deer was imminent kill, but rather that jubilation
sentinels gave way to bare deciduous Presently, the grey wolf chased unusually calm. Standing there, it for succeeding in scattering the covey
trees – birches, aspens, and alders – down the deer, the muscles of its legs looked back at the wolf with its of merry quails. One strike, one bird
absent of leaves from annual winter working vigorously. Already it had profound black eyes as if trying to down, and the flock would disperse and
abscission. The deer was desperate and regretted its carelessness on its understand the mind of its predator. The scatter to the four winds, each
despondent. Here, where thin trunks approach to the snow deer. But the wolf snow deer’s stare was reciprocated. individual quail dumbfounded and
positioned sparsely apart, it would had been foraging for nigh two And for an interminable period of time, bound to different parts of the wood.
never evade the chasing of the wolf; days without success, and though the two animals contemplated each The lucky one, its body scarred and its
here, death was ineluctable. this apparition of the deer was other as if they were reflections of one feathers torn by the tenacious grip of
Instinct kept it running, and before wholly serendipitous, it failed rather another. At long last, the wolf bared its the hawk’s talons, would be brought
long the snow deer found itself uncharacteristically to catch the prey teeth and growled deeply. And then it down to the ground, all the while
vulnerable on a vast field of aggregating on its first attempt for said reason. But leapt forward for the deer, the way it making its dwindling chirp for help, only
layers of snow that cracked a little the wolf knew that the deer would be had for innumerable preys. to die there as the hawk extricated itself
under its hooves. It looked up into the its. On this very space of open land, the The golden eyes of the red-tailed from its burden. The hawk awaited its
sky, its heart pumping. Blotted on the chance that the deer could abscond hawk were fixed upon one of the valley moment. And when the time finally
blankness was a small flock of valley from its hunger was nil. quails. Camouflaged among the frosted arrived, the red-tailed hawk let go of
quails, native to the land, dancing Had the grey wolf not been so fully branches of trees high on top of the cliff, the branch – kicking flecks of ice
freely, cutting through the wind with concentrated on its prey, it would not the hawk aimed for its target. The quails rearward – and skimmed through thin
their grey wings patterned with strokes have failed to notice the two shadowed were coming in its direction, and the air towards the quails, without neither
of burgundy and white. For a while, the figures from the far side of the river, wind and snow conspired to form the hesitancy nor further ado.
snow deer felt trapped, grounded, the sequestered beside a rock, as it strode ideal scenario for the hawk. With an Simultaneously, the senior hunter
entire sky weighing down on him. It its way towards the deer with an air of exact timing and a prompt glide above pointed his Winchester Model 1894 rifle
wanted so much to be one of them, self-composure, leaving indentations the dense tree canopies, its catching of in the direction of the grey wolf; one of