Blacktail Deer Plateau Raventhorpe

It phased Baldr very little to leave the place where he had been born. Having already come down to the plateau once with his big sister, he felt excited to move, and confident that there would be more adventures there like the one he'd had, chasing off a little family of skunks. Secretly, of course, he wanted to find them again- he was very curious to see just how stinky they could really be!

He dealt with the travel well, though fording the river took the last bit of his gusto and he was relieved to stop for a break in the meadow that marked the very beginning of their territory. There, he lay and lazily swept his paws at the grasshoppers that bounded all around him, and investigated a wooly bear caterpillar as it inched toward the shade. 

Soon enough, they were on the move again- and he gawked in awe as the vines were held aside, and he was ushered within the great, stone cavern. Moss covered the ground, and grew up the walls, tangled with vines. In the centre of the high ceiling was a small hole, that let in a stream of light. It smelled as if the cavern had been empty for some time- but it would linger unnoticed no longer. 

Like the others, he tilted his head back and blended his mellow tenor voice in with the others, to claim their new home.