
How did one do this father thing? How would he handle helping Wooded Plateau? Whatever kids she had... it was a lot to take in, and to comprehend, and he found himself full of nervous worry. More than he usually had at that. Even the fox bun who was his constant companion offered no comfort, no relief from his growing fear and worries.
The buck found himself on a long walk that day, trying to clear his mind a little, to let go of the worry and the doubts he had, and to get himself to believe he'd be a good father. It was a long, tedious process with few results at this point.