Blacktail Deer Plateau New Year

It had taken a full day of uninterrupted sleep to get her energy back after the trip to the plains. 

Now, she sought to gather moss to add to her sleeping place before the snow covered it completely. Spying a fallen tree nearby, she began to trot towards it, thinking it to be a perfect moss-gathering spot, until a figure stopped her in her tracks. Too small to be Baldr, she soon recognised the tawny pelt of Deja,

It was no secret that Leifa had taken to Deja in particular. He was more outgoing than his siblings, but they had only really talked during gatherings! An uncharacteristic wave of nerves suddenly overcame the redhead as she drew closer - wanting to say hello but the words refused to come. 

Her quietness was her saving grace in that moment, allowing her ears to catch the noises of the mouse too. Head cocked, she gazed at the boy as snowflakes gathered on her whiskers, eyes bright with excitement as she wondered if he would try and catch it.