Bambi was standing on a small cliffside overlooking a large herd of deer below; the herd that was now under his protection. The grass and weeds below fluttered as Bambi felt the crisp spring air caress his dark fur coat. His ear flickered before both perked, listening out for any danger ahead as he heard a branch snap in the distance. Bambi lowered his head slightly as his gaze stayed trained on where the noise came from; in the distance where there forest met the field. However, a sense of ease overtook him and he relaxed as it was simply another deer who stepped out into the open. Slowly, Bambi made his way down to the field, feeling the morning dew brush his legs as he walked.* "Good morning," He greeted a few deer who lowered their heads in silent respect as he passed.