Being a newborn deer without a mentor is hard, I've discovered.

It's not so bad, to run around by yourself, rubbing trees and eating mushrooms...but to see other fawns and adults, it's a bit disquieting! It takes every fiber of me not to dart off like a bird.

I've been pelt-changed twice today, which was a pleasant surprise! I just wish I knew how to properly say thank you without acting wrong.

Well, no one said being a deer was easy~

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It's yours, Gwenhyfar.

I hope this isn't all too sudden, for you. Think it over if you like. But seeing you so ill and fragile has made me terribly worried. I felt, it was best to say it now...

Think it over. Don't feel you need to say anything at all. I'll always be near, if you need me.