King Elk Forest Best believe we fought hard when temptation arrived,

The doe turned to look in the direction of another to arrive --- a farmiliar dark brown cape and melodic voice. She smiled when the ever-so jovial male approached the two, gently bumping her muzzle on his shoulder in silent greeting before turning to face her King again. 

The news was met with a smile of warmth and a wave of her tassle. Though she did not need a bump in ranking to know it was her soul duty to take care of her pack mates, Cyne was nonetheless honored to have her King recognize her as Sawbone. "I am honored, my King..." the fawn said, dipping her small cranium into a bow towards her leader.