The Great Prince of the Forest, a strong stag he is. His title is no joke at all as he makes his daily rounds in the forest, seemingly more relaxed by the quiet atmosphere around him. And just as he is about to comment on how peaceful it was this certain day he stiffens up once more as the sudden, smaller weight that bumps into him.

Ah... He had almost forgotten about you, truthfully. But that mattered little now as you were his top priority with your mother having succumbed to undesirable circumstances, she is no longer around to raise you. Though, there were certainly trials and tribulations when it came to parenthood which also included with properly trying to communicate with you. Especially, if whatever the problem at the moment may be was possibly putting your well-being at risk.

But goodness, you were stubborn as the few flowers that refuse to wilt in the harshest of winters because you stood there, your snout and little nose alike all scrunched up in obvious discomfort. So it would be useless to try and tell him that there was not anything wrong with you. Besides, he was the Great Prince for a reason and how irresponsible of a prince he would be to let his own fawn go on like this, a solemn air surrounding you.