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There is a green glow from beneath the bushes, a warning of what is to come: a pair of watching, waiting eyes ..

Even someone who watches the glint of eyes beneath the leaves would have a hard time following the dark brown blur as it launches suddenly out of cover, a mad lunge forward into a small clearing between the trees. Crackling leaves and cracking branches mark the creature's passage: it is tall enough that it would no longer be able to walk underneath its mother -- if, indeed, it had one. Though such height would suggest a creature old enough to subsist on its own, the fumbling, bumbling foal is so ridiculously long-limbed that that may not be the case.

It bounds forward, seems to trip over a root, somersalts, then comes back up again fighting, attacking one of the leaves that was kicked up by its passage. It bites the leaf, tosses it up into the air, and then catches it again before running into a tree.

This causes him to sit back abruptly, blinking as if he is not sure where the tree has come from: he turns his head from side to side, suspicious of its ability to appear just in time to attack him. Now that he is still, it is plain to see that he is a handsome fellow, all dark brown with pale accents, and that his size is misleading -- he is very, very young, but by all accounts he will grow up to be a massive fellow, for he is already quite large.

"Ow," he tells the tree thoughtfully, and then gets to his feet again.

The poor little buck jumps at the unexpected sound of his voice, a vertical hop of surprise. For a moment afterwards he sits frozen in trembling tension -- until his brain has sorted out what his ears have heard and his eyes have seen, and he gives his little head a shake and focuses on the stranger with a more confident interest. "Brother said I'm not big enough for antlers yet." For a buck of his size, his voice is surprisingly high and piping, lending further evidence to the possibility that he is far younger than he looks. He's just .. huge.

"How fast do they grow? I looked into a pond yesterday and there weren't any, only I reeeeeally want some, so I tried to think hard about antlers all night last night." He pauses, very briefly, presumably to catch his breath. "Well, at least until I fell asleep and then I dreamed that there were flowers growing all over the trees, and that I ate them until I fell over!"