From where I was just within the trees where came softly a fragile breeze, saw I antlers small and soft revealed from behind so high of trees, a caribou, youngling I knew as it did share the stance I stood at, and I knew it saw me, yet not a bit at all for me did it flinch, neither did give a care or sign of dare to attack, carrying on our ways, with it feasting on the ferns, and stepping onwards and away, each creature carrying on with day.