Honeyed Pasture inviting the monsters

Finally, the caterwaul ceased, leaving nothing but silence as the pair glared at each other. Muses roller her shoulders defensively, prepared to move away should the creature charge. Instead, the ungulate turned. Thinking that he would flee, Muses rolled her eyes, but stopped short as the tail lifted. For some reason, the deer god had decided that this was the opportune moment to produce a bowel movement.

What dispelled from the rear end was unlike anything she had ever seen. Unlike deer stool, it was an entirely different shape and consistency. There were undigested nutrients in that! It smelled wonderful, like dirt and grass and other things she wanted to roll in. How delightful! Although the deer god was ornery, it was truly a gift. She leaned forward to give the pile a good sniff, mouth watering, and decided that she might risk taking some back to share with the others. Looking around, she noted where the deposit had been left, and then back to the place where the deer god had stood - only the silly creature had already moved away.

Scowling, she scampered after him, abandoning the treasure pile temporarily. Angry yips were issued as she awkwardly loped towards the left flank, her barks intermittent with words that the horse either did not understand or chose to ignore.

No! The deer god could not just walk away from her like that. She needed to know if she could find more like him, if there was anything imperative she needed to know in order to hunt other massive deer. This she explained to the horse between frustrated and frantic barks, issued while ceaselessly stalking the poor creature.