Post by losthope on May 30, 2009 20:57:47 GMT -5
The young red doe moved steadily into the land she had a boldness about her with a temper to match. She looked around, not seeing any one or thing she settled herself down to graze. She was only about four or five years old, young for a doe, though she had been through a lot growing up in the east. She raised her elegant head and looked around then continued to walk not really paying an mind to where she was headed only knowing she was moving somewhere. She was a fighter, a born leader, her looks and breeding had determined that. She was also had the cunningness of the Fox she turned to.