The senior doe stood alert, her sensitive nostrils questing the air. The rest of the does and one stag continued to eat the fresh clover that had sprung up after recent rain. But for the sentinel doe there was to be little rest.
A faint scent was on the gentle breeze that barely ruffled the leaves of the ironbark she stood under. It wasn’t much, but for an animal classed as prey for most carnivores, it took very little
