Leopard?Deer?Evil?South?

[Cursico!]

Sleath tilted her head up to reach a nice little spring bud which was foolish enough to grow within easy reach. Not exactly ecstatic about the vegetarian life of a deer, she didn't often eat anything green, and then not by choice.
The bloody spot where she had killed a rabbit a few weeks ago was still there, she hadn't been very successful hunting lately. Being only seven months old it wasn't like she should be an expert. She was still experienced above her months. And. It. Was. Not. Enough!
Wincing at the taste, Sleath choked down her bud and daintily walked over to another tree, thinking about how nice it was to tear into bloody, raw flesh. If only a little rabbit came bounding along now...

[losthope]

Brechin watched from the shadows. He noticed the young doe was no more than seven months at the most and tilted his head in interest as he watched her disgust at eating the greenery. He smiled, he remembered those years of learning how to hunt as his partner and how to stand the taste of grasses and other deer like things. After a few moments of watching he decided to introduce himself to the little doe. The twelve pointed red-gold stag moved forwards, his keen amber eyes upon the little one at all times, though nothing in his stance was threatening. When he finally reached her he dipped his antlers in respect, Hello there. his voice was deep and calm, though it held an immense sense of power. He studied her quietly as he waited for a response.