Soon after dawn, these girls, along with about a half dozen of their friends sidled along the far side of the stone fence.
At first, it was uncertain if they meant to bed down along the wall hoping to somehow pass the day safe and unnoticed, or were making themselves inconspicuous on their way to someplace else.
Several minutes, and several doe passed, turned, and branching off of the cross-country ski trail, headed into thicker cover.
Before the last one disappeared, their young buck, seeing all was safe, emerged from the mist at the edge of the clearing.
His spikes at first, shown white and raw only recently having had the velvet scraped off, then faded, almost ghostly, as he disappeared back into the grey of morning.