The days that passed were strange and enlightening. She had gone on her own path, a journey that she didn't know what would lead to -- it was invigorating, it was exciting but it was also scary.
She had met many bucks -- but one buck was -- just so beautiful. It was a strange feeling she had only felt a sliver once before. Her cheeks turned red, her stomach felt strange and she forgot how to even speak. But oh he looked at her, he really did, walked with her, listened (at least she thought, for a while she just talked a lot without even looking at the buck's face!), and spent one night with her. The doe did not expect anything more -- it was wonderful, and something that made her feel alive.
Bare Trees did feel strange these past few days, Sprig had noticed it as well, gliding closer than normal to the kimeti, concerned, giving her fruits she had taken from the branches of trees. She was thankful.
