A wise stag stands silently midst the bones and ruins. His smooth, dark blue pelt is dulled by the fog, but is easily recognizable. Large, nine-tined antlers sprawl from the top of his head and curl backwards towards his rump. Upon his face is a large deer skull, sun bleached white in color. He's watching the three deer in the distance. Their bellows and grunts merely a piece of their play.
They fight. he whispers suddenly. But... I don't understand why. A frown crawls across his face. Do you?