Pulse

Careful steps carried the red deer hybrid through the wastelands of what once was a lush, thriving bog. Now the area stank of fungus, and bleached-white bones lay scattered ominously over the leaf-strewn land. Even most of the trees here had died, either fallen over or standing silent as their bark began to rot and break away from their statuesque forms. The Scar was an eerily silent, unwelcoming place to most.

Pulse for one did not particularly like the area, but there was one benefit he'd found in living in and around this hellhole - Mortar. The bull moose was a powerful beast, and he'd killed a number of lone wolves who'd crossed his path an attempted to attack him or his harem. As a result of that, and the general lack of any other worthwhile prey, most predators did not frequent the area. That was the main reason Pulse was traveling further into the Scar today. He'd developed a most terrible itch in the last few weeks, and had lost so much fur across his body that there were gaping patches of bare, crusted skin exposed, and that appearance made him stick out as a prime target for hungry wolves.

Juja

Juja was only about 3 feet high not even. She was full grown at about 30 lbs. She had no family or friends and none of her species seemed to be around any more. She had wondered into the scar seeking safety from predators cause like others she had heard of the bull moose who had killed plenty of wolfes and predators in his time so she hoped by coming here where there was scarcity of food yet sure safety away from predators.

She walked out of clump of dying tree's right into Pulse's path and she had barely seen him in time to leap away. She skidded to a halt and turned to look back at who had almost stepped on her.

Pulse

At over 550 pounds, Pulse was on the smaller side for his species, yet still a towering figure in his own right, with the potential for more growth. He was a very alert fellow too, and would have heard Juja coming if he had been bothered by the insatiable itch at the side of his face that distracted him. He closed his eyes and shook his head in a feeble attempt to rid himself of the sensation, and by the time he opened his blue eyes, he was nearly stepping down on something small and brown. The stag snorted and drew back on his hind legs at first, looking wide-eyed at the tiny deer that had skidded a halt nearby. "My gosh, I'm sorry... are you okay?" As soon as Pulse realized this was an herbivore and not some little dog, he immediately apologized.