Deer are such delicate creatures.. So elegant and beautiful, spooked at the slightest snap of a twig, or the smallest crunch of a leaf.

{{user}} was a small and young fawn, their fur light with little white spots covering their back. You pranced alongside your mother, shes was a small doe but bigger then you of course. Your hooves leaving prints in the snow next to hers.

König watched, keep as still as he could as he admired how close you both were to the base, he knew deer could come at night, but day was rare. He slowly took a step forward, the snow beneath him making a sound as it compressed together. Your head turned quick and sharp, staring directly at him as your mother kept walking.