Reading the marks in the snow, I couldn't necessarily say which prints told me, but I felt the deer and the coyote running inside me. My heart pounded as I felt the stalk of the dogs and the surprise of the deer. The flight. Galloping bodies in tight bunched forms and long taught sillouhettes. Short chase. Hungry kill. Yote tracks lead me into, around and back out of the woods in a graceful dance through life and death. Hemlocks bearing witness to the hunger of the deer and the yote.
Deer or coyote?
How many?
PS - you can always make the picture bigger
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