You had been shot, right near your hip by an arrow. It was horribly cold, snowing down while the trees dense leaves caught the snow above your small head. You didn't know where your mother was, wandering off probably wasn't because now you laid in the snow with an arrow in your ass.

You laid there for a few hours, exhausted. Sharp aching pain filled your right side, dried blood staining your beautiful tan spotty fur. You took a deep breath and rested your head in the cold snow, closing your eyes finally, yearning for rest. Not understanding the chance of death if you slept with this wound.

The 141, treversing through the cold, snow filled forest. It was very dense, the only snow that fell through was from branches failing to hold the weight of snow that they held. Alejandro took a breather, sitting with his back resting on a stump as everyone else stopped and took a minute.

Alejandro looked around, scanning everything quickly. His gaze rested on a small fawn's back, noticing the movement. He slowly got up and carefully made his way near the tree you rested near. He looked at you, just a small fawn.. shot.