Undercover“You’re late.”Undercover by ~mule-deer
Fox turned toward the source of the voice with a sour expression, his lips pressed into a firm line and his eyes a portrait of annoyance; but it was gone a breath later, smoothed into the stoic countenance he was known for. Still, he could see the pleasure his momentary anger had given his companion, and resolved not to let it happen again.
“It’s a long trek from Westhaven.” He enunciated simply, his eyes trained on the shadowed face of the doe across the small thicket, daring her to comment further on his tardiness.
“Well then, I shan’t keep you from the verdant grasses for too long, my dear Foxy.” She spat coolly.
How the pair managed to get anything accomplished was a mystery, but the job was more important than petty loathing. Fox could appreciate the danger the doe was putting herself in, spying on the splinter herd and reporting back to Fox. The stag hoped the doe could lend him a similar grudging respect; it wa
The Gathering StormA brisk wind poured off Sorghum Peak and harried the grasslands with its nipping autumnal touch. The sun rose steadily through the mists in the east, and cast a golden light over the many shapes of the herd, which were just now beginning to stir. Many moved in a sleepy haze, and most of the young still lay curled in the grass, but there were a select few who moved through the throngs with purpose. Fox was among them.The Gathering Storm by ~mule-deer
The big stag, along with the other guards tasked with the protection of the herd, trotted nimbly through the crunchy, frost-rimed grass with ears erects and eyes alert. He scanned the crowd and counted heads, making sure tragedy – or worse, betrayal – hadn’t befallen the herd overnight. Satisfied that his count was accurate, Fox shifted away from the crowd and waited patiently for the other guards to join him. His bearing was immaculate, with his shoulders squared and his feet balanced as he stood; the impression of confidence was as important as real con