Fleat

The young doe had been watching the going ons down below from a rocky knoll. She saw everything that went on, up to the point where Wardell went to make his first move. She took it all in, fearful for both Legend and her father. When the fight just began, she had turned away from it to avoid any low feelings, and though half of her wanted to watch and keep to date, the other half determined not to see was stronger. By now she was walking slowly and silently along a small little ridge, one she had played upon as just a youngster. Now look. Things were beginning to change already. What would it be like if her father did lose? What would he do? Sighing, she finally stopped and settled down on a muddy bank, spindly legs folded in under her.

Rosco

Rosco had separated himself from the fight long enough to search for his sister. We walked up behind Fleat, his eyes always on the fight. "Who do you think will win?" He asked the doe. "I bet that Dad will win." He wasn't entirely sure of this, as Legend seemed larger and had those deadly, killer antlers. But Rosco honored his father. Someday he'd be a great leader, he thought.

Fleat

Fleat could feel herself begin to doze off, her eyelids becoming heavy from sleep and worry. Luckily, Rosco appeared, causing her to start and then shake it off. She got to ger hooves shakily, straining to hear any likely clashes of antlers in the background.
At her brother's question, she simply dipped her head a bit and thought. She wasn't sure, either. She could only hope. "I can only hope," she echoed her thoughts, and then spoke further, "But I can only hope that dad will come out victorious." she finished, sighing deeply. Those deadly antlers of Legend's made her shiver. Thinking of getting slashed with those would be enough for her to back down.
Herdlife would be different without Wardell as lead. She could just sense it.

Rosco

Rosco nodded his antlered head. "I wonder what it would be with Legend as leader." He mused out loud.

Fleat

Fleat gave a snort, thinking about a new leader. She didn't like the whole aspect of fighting at all, and especially when it was their father, being challenged by some little stag. Some little stag with no experience... she thought to herself, only causing her to become even angrier. Who dud that Legend think he was? "Well, I don't want to even think about it." she stated in reply, her ears flickering. However, she couldn't keep her mind from it. It ate at her like vultures.

Rosco

Rosco snorted, tapping his hoof against the ice. "Well if Legend wins, I'll challenge him. For you, Fleat, and for the herd. I want to continue Mother and Father's legacy." He said proudly and boldly. He was still young and didn't stand a chance against Legend, but that didn't seem to bother him. He was determined.

Fleat

Fleat's ears flicked, listening intently to her brother's words. Such strength seem to radiate from both him and his words. They even caused her to shiver. Such power. If only she possessed the same. She gave a slight nod. "Their legacy..." she pondered over the word, so new to her tongue. Then she nodded slowly again, with a small grin. "I'll be rootin' for you." she stated, now feeling somewhat better. Only...

Rosco

The young stag glanced over at his sister before his eyes were once again on the stags. "I know you will, Fleat. You're a good doe. You'd make any stag proud." He said sincerely. He believed what he said, every word of it.