We stood in a circle around the fallen deer and held hands. We whispered over the body, clouds from our words forming in the middle of the circle. It was so cold out. Through the fog from our breath we watched the deer pass. Then we knelt, and removed its head, and we put our cupped hands to the severed neck and filled our palms with blood and drank, and I felt like I was in love with someone, only really it was just the newness of respecting and caring for the people I was with.