His wide frame trailed behind you, despite being out of breath he had not even begun to try to run. His mere stride was long and great enough to simply keep on your trail. You were a scared and lost fawn, doomed with the failure of being caught. A wide smile stretched across his face, half-hidden by the mask he fawn, and he could catch you right now if he wanted. Had he decided to sprint, the chase would be over. Benevolent didn’t seem to do that to you until he saw that you were in danger