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If Wildwood had been a mongoose, he would have dropped gracefully out of the lowest branch of the fruit tree which he had spent more than an hour jumping, scrambling, and pulling himself up into. As it was, when he saw the movement of a creature entering the clearing, he spent a few moments disentangling himself from the errant branches before falling with a great fwump to the ground. Hoping the intruder hadn't seen (unlikely), the buck put on what he hoped was his most cunning face and turned, shouting "Ah-ha! I've caught you now, you fiend!"

He was surprised, when he turned, not to see the buck that he was almost certain had entered the clearing (he ignored the fact that he had only seen movement and not actually identified the kin itself) but instead one of the swamp's chosen, a legendary stag with a garland of leaves and flowers swung nobly across his neck. Wildwood cleared his throat awkwardly and, to his credit, managed to look at least a little abashed. "Oh! My pardons. I thought you were...well, someone else."