He'd been told before that he was a bit of a romantic, that he wore his heart on his scale a d fell too deep, too quick. He supposed that must be true, because he's found himself quite smitten with a lovely doe with piercing silver eyes. Fall wasn't entirely sure if she felt the same, but she liked him enough that they were now expecting little ones.It was Fall's first clutch, the buck was nervous, and clueless, but he's been told that it was a good idea to sell out something that had been touched by the Motherfather. That they could help insure the health of the babes.
Of course he'd do it.
So here he was, wandering along a creek that twisted through tall trees and thick roots. Looking for something, someone, he wasn't entirely sure how to find.
She found him among the tall trees and thick roots, or maybe he found her. It didn’t really matter. But they were both there, him wandering, her an enormous wasp, guarding one of the tall trees that he was about to pass beneath. Swarm moved along the branch, black and gold, her wings thrumming, looking down at the buck with that fathomless insect gaze.