Beau || Four Years || Lead Stag|| Eastern Herd || Mentions: Dawn, Faith, the herd (ind)

Throughout the last day and a half the lead stag had been by the entrance of the cave, watching as the storm raged on. Trees bowed to the wrath of the beast, snow was hurtled through the air pelting those who dared face the storms fury. Each hour he could see the snow pile higher and higher devouring the landscape and leaving everything looking barren and dead, if food had been hard to find before he was sure it’d be near impossible now. Worry ate at his stomach, making him feel restless, he had been refusing to eat or sleep until he came up with the solution for his herd’s issues. If they wandered further from the lake, the snow would be thicker as there were less plants on their side making it less likely for the herd to find enough food for all its members, but hugging close to the lake hadn’t really helped them either.

The presents of one of his head members snapped Beau back to reality. Ears twitching he recognised the soft hoof fall of Dawn, one of the does in his herd. However, Beau felt a twang of guilt as he realised that beyond her name he knew very little of the other deer despite the fact she was a part of his herd, it was another thing he had neglected in his worries over feeding the herd. As she explained her worries, the lead stag did not interrupt fully soaking in everything she said and processing it, she was right after all. There was a heightened risk with staying near the lake, and it was started to become over grazed from the herd constantly sticking to that one spot.

“Don’t worry about overstepping your place,” he told Dawn once she had finished. Beau’s tone was warm and friendly, a warm smile lighting up his face as soon as he spoke. “You’re a member of my herd, if I didn’t take your input into consideration what kind of leader would I be? And your right it does put us at greater risk, we will be grazing further from the lake after this storm clears.”

Lilliana || Three Years ||Lead Doe || Western Herd || Mentions: Fox, Twilight

Keeping tucked closely, Lilliana scaled the mountain easily matching her sister’s agility. It seemed that both sister’s moved with an uncanny grace and precision, uncommon among other does (although not unheard of). Unlike her sister, however, the young mother did look back as to keep a careful eye on her young daughter, with each couple of steps she would stop and glance back ensuring her fawn did not get left behind.

The higher they climbed, the storm worsened, the wind blowing more aggressively as if nature itself was trying to push the two does off the mountainside. Snow beat down on them as well, hitting the does body with such force it felt like bullets, Lilliana felt fear for her fawn eat away at her stomach and she looked behind her. Nothing, she could see nothing beyond the wall of spiralling white that seemed to have isolated her from both her fawn and her sister. But the doe continued on, heading higher up, having to blindly trust that her daughter was just behind her and her sister just in front.

As soon as the abnormally furred doe entered the small cave, she shook herself like a wet dog sending snow flying all around her. Once satisfied that she was clean, the doe flopped by her younger sister.

Dawn | 3 years | Doe | Eastern Herd Doe | Mentions: Beau

Dawn nodded and turned around walking back to the herd of does. Her back legs were slightly shivering, she hated the cold. For some reason, her coat never grew as thick as it should have just like the other does. Must just be her genes, but anyways, she huddled up close to the do as much as possible much giving them their space. Her red tail shook back and forth as she held it close to her body, the storm blew west, in her vision but she didn't truly know.

The red doe was being blown in the face by snow, and it started to hurt her little face. Dawn turned around facing in the opposite direction of the storm.