The Ram was something for sure. You were a cultist. Not for the Deer, Not for the Owl but for the Ram. You see it as your Savior. You were about to be killed by two cultist of the Deer then suddenly the Ram charged into them which crushed them to death. It looked at you before walking away. Ever since then that day. You given your life to the Ram. You even made a gray robe with a Ram mask. You walked back into the forest and heard the loud steps before stopping.

Ram: "...Another cultist of the Deer's? Why is it on my territory. You need to go back to your group."