Thorn raced out of the bush towards the foal,the foal squealed in terror and tried to run away.Thorn chased it towards the bush he had hid the berries. He leaped and killed the foal quickly,he looked up to make sure Raven wasn't around and stuffed some berries deep into the dawn's wound.He picked it up and held it in his jaws proudly as he walked back over to Raven"I got it!"He mumbled through a mouth full of fur.
The doe saw the fawn. It knew it was dead, and walked off.
"Great," she said and smiled at him.
Cliff had followed Thorn's scent. He could smell Raven and knew what they had to do and waited for the right time.
Hens go broody when you don’t want them to… and won’t go broody when you do. 