Shy Deer Steppes choose your future

She gawked at him with those pretty, cold eyes. Not an ounce of understanding there so, not out for a daily walk with her people; he got a closer look at her neck and seeing no collar, could not fathom how else she could be here.

Unless... Och, ye'v slipped yer fence, juist lik' me!

Couldn't have been far, given the smoke.

They ca' me Cormag, whit shuid ah caw ye?