A small herd of deer passed through the woods, nibbling at the leaves and shoots of the undergrowth that had sprouted as Spring began.
Their ears perked up as they heard a quiet howl in the far off distance. It was nothing important from the sound of it.
They continued on, when they heard the noise again, further away this time.
“You think it’s getting further?” one deer asked the rest.
“No, it’s getting closer,” said another.
“How do you know that?” a couple asked in unison.
“Because we sent the little ones up ahead,” wolves replied from the bushes.