Her heart beat against her chest like a butterfly in a cage, frantic, trying to escape. Her eyes flicked around almost fearfully, as she stepped out with him, into the early morning mist. She would have run, were it not for the strange blind buck she had met... but she couldn't risk having him trip on a tree root, or getting a hoof caught in some sort of hidden sink-hole. No, even though terrors unimaginable and unpleasant were to be found in the cave behind them, the young doe held her place, letting herself calm slightly as the predawn light chased away the worst of her fear.She had actually... touched... bones, back in that cave, had licked a wall soaked in apparent blood, had confronted strange, scary shapes in mist, and barely cowered when a strange and fearful creature had appeared from the midst of piles of bones with a clattering, frightening entrance. She might have collapsed into a fearful fit, if she wasn't so intent on leading herself, and the berry-stained buck, away from that awful cave. It had been far too much for her... why had she even gone there in the first place?
Moths fluttered here and there as she walked them slowly, urgently away from the cave. Large wings, small wings, occasionally more than a single pair of wings... she barely glanced at the markings to know what each one was. They were a reassurance... but still, she didn't stop. She didn't know if, and when, she would... but if the buck decided to lead, or stop them... she supposed she would stay, so long as she could stay with him. Tonight... this morning, whatever, she would be skittish all day if there wasn't someone to watch... she paused, mentally. Oh, sorry, that was inconsiderate of me... Look after... no, wait... guard my flank.
As they drew further and further away, and the sky lightened to a color closer to Blinding's pelt than her own, she slowed, feeling hungry. Berries, today, maybe? she wondered, then paled underneath her fur as she remembered the corpses. Definitely roots. Or Fish.
