The prose is elegant ('The buck seemed to flicker between life and death right there on the leaves. He was so beautiful and whole, but so still,' Howsare writes of a deer fatally wounded by a hunter), and her lyrical musings cast her subject in a new light, as when she describes deer as 'mashup-makers, remixers, [and] shape-shifters' for their skill at adapting to diverse environments: 'What animal could be a more perfect emblem for our own selves? Our precarious, fluctuating state?' Readers will be enthralled..