Blitz

The silvery brown stag drifted through the grass, seeming to float. He was grazing, and alone. Though he seemed relaxed, he was alert and listening all around him. He wasn't about to be someone's dinner, or even more shaming, a trophy on a living room wall.Blitz was looking for the Oak Prairie herd, so that maybe he could join up. However, he had no idea where to look, and would be happy just to find a nice doe and make fawns. But for now, he just drifted in and out of the tall grasses, awaiting company.