Carja flew high over the peaks of Ursa, her breath fogging as she searched high and low for wooly deer to take back home. She banked off to one side, careful not to jostle her passenger too much.

"Everything okay back there?", she said, turning her head around to face Hunter, her eyes bright and full of excitement.

She faced back down and scanned the snow below, snorting softly. The snow that was falling from above made it difficult to see and it seemed the wooly deer's camouflage was working a little too well.

"Attikias said I could make a herd!", she said with a happy rumble, drawing her legs up as she angled down to hopefully see if there were any deer hanging out in the nooks and crannies of the mountains. "I want these wooly deer for their fur so Attikias can shave them and make pillows and bedding out of them," she said, "And then a HUGE meadow deer!"

Why the meadow deer? Why not?

Carja had made sure she wore the saddle Attikias had made, since her spikes weren't exactly the best hand holds. Not to mention the possible sores Hunter could get on his thighs because of her sharp scales. It was a precaution, definitely.

"I'm glad!!", she chirped, flapping once, twice, and then leveling out again.

Her head turned and she banked gently, circling around the herd, ensuring they were far enough away that they weren't spooked.

"Okay, we're looking for babies," she said, "If we can grab some fawns, they'll trust us more as we feed them and hang out with them. But I'm going to need your small hands, ok? There's some rags tied to my tail, do you see them?"

She flicked her tail up for a moment, showing the strips of leather briefly before she lowered it back down so she could fly properly again.

"So the plan is, I swoop down and snatch two of them if I can," she explained, "Then we land somewhere and you can wrap their faces. Then we can head back! Easy peasy lemon... uh... cheesy."

Carja looked where Hunter was pointing and nodded, able to see him despite him being behind her head. Those extra two pairs of eyes were useful for that!

"I see them," she said, "I'll grab two for now. They're not for meat, they're for wool, so hopefully two will be enough for now and we can raise them to not fear us so much. We can keep them safe!"

She swooped down, both sets of claws extended. In one fell swoop she grabbed two fawns, wincing at their frightened bleats as they struggled in her claws. The rest of the herd scattered, running for their lives, the poor mothers down below bleating in vain for their babies.

"Okay, Hunter?", she said, looking behind her, "I'm going to land and pin them down, make sure you tie those rags tight! If they can't see or hear much then I think they won't be able to know what's going on and won't be as scared."

Carja carefully made her way towards a flat section of ground, aiming to set the fawns down and grab them before they ran off. She hovered as low as she dared, her tail touching the ground. Hunter could dismount using it and grab the rags on the way down. The faster they did this the less stress the babies went through and the less likely they were to pass away from it.

Carja awkwardly landed and used a hand and a foot to pin both babies to the ground, bringing them closer gently to pin them and stroke them gently, trying to calm them.

"Good idea, Hunter," she said, "I don't want to accidentally drop them if they kick or something. I won't be flying high anyway but still."

She looked down at the little fawns and cooed, petting over soft wool gently, wincing as one tried to kick her, "It's okay! Settle down, little ones, it's okay."

"That's a good idea, about the meat thing... but I don't know, if I'm going to raise them and stuff, I don't know if I can kill them," Carja said, biting her lip as she looked down at the fawns and whuffed, concerned.

She was too soft for her own good.