Two Rivers Isle Reflections

He too had strayed from shadewood. He was adamant on locating some sort of deer, dead rather than alive. One that still had a pelt to be exact. 
(As a yearling who’d never had to scavenge in his life, he was unaware of how bizarre the plan was. And yet he’s taken on the pointless job with all the confidence of a professional!)
It would not be for eating. No, he swore he’d never eat random week old scraps again, not if he could help it. Being a part of a group — small as it may be — has certainly played a role in the unspoken declaration.
Anyhow
He planned to cure whatever pelt he could find. Spring may be upon them, but that did not mean it would get any warmer yet. He assumed his new companions would appreciate it. He hoped at least.
But rather than finding a pelt he found a man. Themis’s scent lay heavy upon him. It was the only reason he felt comfortable enough to move in. He immediately regretted the decision, however, when he heard a low growl. 
hello. He wanted to turn away then and there, but he stayed put. He was taught to console men in their times of frustration, frightening as they can get. But what was even more frightening was what they did when they didn’t receive comfort.
Softly, he continued, are you alright? you seem unwell…