Redhawk Caldera deer might fly, why not? i met you.

Thankfully, it didn't take Finley too long to find her mate.  She had guessed right starting at the borders having quickly located a recent trail and dashing along it until she spotted him.  Her tail wagged as she came to him, partly out of joy to see him but moreso in the joy at not feeling a sense of dread in being in his presence.  It was a bizarre thing to be happy about considering it was her own mate, but... you'd have to be Fin to get it.

"Looking for you, of course!" Fin chirped as she trotted up to him, tapping the tip of her nose lightly against his before giving it a gentle lick.  "I wanted to run my terrible idea by you," she told him a second later, fixing him with a perfectly serious look so that he would know she wasn't kidding.  Well.  Not entirely kidding.