- sabine -

- the slender young whitetail doe carefully picked her way into the quiet tall grass prairie, her pretty dark eyes glancing about anxiously, watching for the wolves she knew roamed these lands, and any other wild animals that might wish to cause harm to her. she was a skittish little thing, but aren't all deer? stopping for a moment, head held high, the doe allowed her pink tongue to quickly lick her nose, allowing her to catch even more scents carried by the light breeze. more deer were here, it seemed. but she remained tense, unsure of life, amongst other things. -

Vevisca

The wolf had been on his own for a while now, and had recently healed after being gorged by a red deer whom he tried to hunt. Now his sides were very lean; to the point that his ribs showed and his hip bones protruded out clearly. Yet he still had strength and engery; being a wolf, he could handle hunger for a while.

The wolf had scented Sabine downwind and began to move closer to her, keeping low in the tall grass so that his multi-toned coat might blend in and his movements not be seen. Slowly he drew near, watching the doe's every move and hoping she didn't notice him yet. He was just glad she didn't have any anterls. And by the looks if it, she wasn't the deer from the Woodland Farm. The crazy doe that had bonded with humans and had a lack of fear for predators.

Nenuz

Nenuz creapt up to the doe ohhh she would taste woulderful he moved slowly and queitly not wanting to give up his position, but then the scent of a wolf creapt into his nostrils great he would have to move fast this was it.

- sabine -

- while the first wolf may have been careful to move in while upwind from the young doe, the other was not so wise. the young deer lifted her head quickly, pink tongue rolling over her small black muzzle quickly. yep, that was it. fear immediately leapt into her dark eyes, and her muscles stiffened. she had caught the scent of nenuz. her tail was lifted, showing it's flashy white warning sign. what to do? she caught sight of a slight rustle in the tall grasses nearby, guessing that it was the lupine she had scented. should she stand and wait? no, of course not! spinning about on spindly legs, she darted away, head held high, a frightened call leaving her vocals. would another deer help her? or perhaps an equine? who knows... -

Nhosh, Wycliff, & Solange

Three strange deer came running across the grasses, having picked up on the scent of doe and cougar. They hadn't noticed Vevisca yet though, as he had been down wind.

Nhosh led the group of three. His strange, sword-like anters rose high over his head, scything through the air as he went. Wycliff was right behind the red deer, but had a bit of trouble keeping up due to her shorter legs. She too was a red deer, but she was a piebald. A deformity of her fur that also caused her legs to be shorter and her muzzle to be mishapen.

Solange was right behind Wycliff, making sure she wasn't attacked. He was a white-tailed deer, and like the other two, carried a deformity of his own. His antlers had many more tines than they were suppose to. And the tines branched off in every which way, giving him a bizarre look.

The trio spotted the running doe and Nhosh gave a sharp bark to try and catch her attention, "Is there a cougar nearby?" he shouted out, clearing picking up the feline's scent, but not yet seeing the creature. His main goal was to figure out what was wrong and help Sabine. Such was the way of his herd.

- sabine -

-the slender doe caught the buck's sharp buck and she turned towards him, slightly winded from her fast retreat. her dark eyes were wide, and fear was easily visible in their depths. her sides heaved as she spoke, glancing back the way she had come. i-i think so she said softly, her ears flicked forward. her eyes darted over the trio quickly, glad for their appearance. i know i smelled something... and something was moving in the brush she said lightly, again turning towards the direction she had come, muscles tensed. -

Nhosh, Wycliff, & Solange

Nhosh nodded his antlered head, "As long as you're alright. We picked up your scent, and that of a cougar as well." The stag looked about warily, keeping all his senses on high alert incase either of the predators should try and attack still. He looked back to Sabine again, "By the way, I'm Nhosh. Lead of the Almuit Rune herd. Do you have a herd?" He knew that white-tails weren't as herd-oriented as red deer, but he wanted to ask just as well.

Solange was the most alert at the time, having a bloodied neck from a recent wolf attack. He was glad however, to see a fellow white-tail. His brother and friend Gaudalupe were the other two white-tails that lived in the herd, but there was no doe yet.

Wycliff watched Sabine curiously before speaking, "I'm Wycliff. It's been so long since I've gotten to speak to another doe." The hind pointed out, a bit sullenly.

- sabine -

- the doe listened as the stag spoke, her own dark eyes still glancing about nervously, but her breathing had returned to normal. nhosh... i'm sabine she said softly, her gaze resting on his features. her ears swiveled forward, listening as he continued to speak, extending an invitation. considering the scare she'd just had, and her own skittish state, she felt quite foolish answering, no, i-i don't have a herd. she felt the other's doe gaze resting on her ruddy hide, and she turned her head to face her, running her pink tongue over her black muzzle quickly. i'm sabine. and it's been awhile since i've gotten to speak to another deer, period she said, a soft smile gracing her pretty features. she liked these deer, they were different... in a good way. -