Legend

The red deer fawn had planned to wind up at the Woodland Farm. Of course, it didn't help when he'd never been there; or anywhere else in the Valley except his herdlands for that matter. Stepping cautiously, the young deer headed closer to the Barn, marveling at the size and color of the strange object. "I've never seen a cave like that before..." He said aloud to Prisoner, mistaking the wooden structure for a nature-made one. The perfect angles of the Barn reminded him of the Ruins, where there were many square and rectangular shapes; things not usually seen in the wild.

The scent of hay came to him, making the deer snort. His kind didn't eat that, although Prisoner's kind did. What did interest him were was the many plants around the Barn. "Ooo, those look good..." He said, spotting some planted shrubs along the wall.

Prisoner

The red filly came up to the barn, a different smell other than the food came to her nares. She walked to the entrance and looked around then gave a sharp whinnie. Soon she found the shrubs as well and began to eat the delicious food. "I wonder what's inside but it so wierd." She mumbled with a mouth full of flowers.

Chumley

A young cat, under a year old, came mincing out from the barn. His soft pelt was mostly black, aside from white socks and a splash of white on his stomch and muzzle. His tail whipped around behind him, almost like an angry cat's would. But Chumley wasn't angery; he was playful. John and Timber patiently took on his rambunctious clawing and biting, so the young cat was sure that these two creatures would as well.

"Hello there! Are you new to the place? I'm Chumley!" The little tom announced, padding over to Prisoner to rub himself on her front legs. "I've never seen such a little horse before!" This was his first encounter with a filly, though he had seen fawns now and then.

Prisoner

Her ears stood erect and her neck bent in an alert way, as the cat came up to her she side-stepped a bit and lowered her head. "What the heck are you?" She had never seen a cat before. This was just as strange if not more than his incounter with her. "And I'm not full grown yet. What about you, never heard of a cougar... or ... tiger... being as small as you.." She tried to guess what he was, only half close..... family related... Then she shook herself, "And my name is Prisoner, Tell me, do these people hurt deer or horses?" She was being hopeful for a no... but wasn't sure.