The stag looked towards the entrance, a little shocked. The wind had stopped yelling at him. Perhaps it was giving him a chance to leave? It must be. The stag slowly stood up, hunching his head a little so his massive horns didn't hit the roof.
"I should go," he said, looking at the starfish. "Thank you for the food and hospitality."
He nodded his head, and slowly moved towards the entrance, squeezing his way out into the drizzle and then finally turning towards the swamp. There he would find trees and vines to shelter him. Perhaps he'd wander out back this way again someday.
